This is a song about "Cyber security"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

Ball so hard can sneak through the security at the mall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Instead type it off into the cyber space and

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

And danced around the house in all-over print panties