This is a song about "Democratic republic of congo"

Cause time is money

Beaches of normandy.

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

Of being of always getting wired

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Just came from congo, bang the bongo,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred