This is a song about "Beam me up nation"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My evil expands across the every nation

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

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

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

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

A twenty somethin cup

Better then me running up

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Reggie hammond, 48 hours to get the triple beam,

But im a well of inspiration

What makes you think ya can take my nation,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Pushin beam-o's then parlay in reno with two fly latinos