This is a song about "All the nations"

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

And imma kill the all

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

Trying to get back to this thing called love

The fact that it's all bogus