This is a song about "Countries"

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

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

That includes counties and countries that are now in the shit

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

To blow up other countries,

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

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