This is a song about "Beam me up nation"

I'll be the scapegoat; yeah, bitch, i fucked up the whole nation

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

On my beam merrily we roll along aint no theme

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If your life is a hell, better call me satan! adoration of this nation.

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

She all on my skin

So come and join my nation

Better then me running up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

We've been misdirected, disrespected, balanced on a triple beam,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream