This is a song about "Countries and their capitals"

Complex are their theories and their views, the metal speaks,

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

Unlike spoiled brats and their manicured crew,

It may be not the same for you

And disrespect their women, beat their girlfriends,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

That includes counties and countries that are now in the shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

And tupac spit on their territory/

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see