This is a song about "Countries and their capitals"

Until they pay their respect and their brains disconnect

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And their mothers and fathers

I got 800 invisible men

Their taking lives and twisten em

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Their topics are weak and their rhymes are whack,

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Got their mummy and caught their carriage, damaged by earth's kids

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Cos their mummies and their daddies left a foutune for their little craps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police