This is a song about "Countries"

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

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

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

To blow up other countries,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

Create life with the beats, alicia keys