This is a song about "Czech republic"

We should be up in anarchy

I just want somebody i can see

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Hustle for dis country money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Is in another country

It ain't hard to make money

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

If its a different state or different city?

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade