This is a song about "Countries"

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm everything that they call nice

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

To blow up other countries,

Cause after all the lights and screams

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher