This is a song about "Denmark"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Lose your mind in the rhythm, another kingdom ill from the cycling symptoms,

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Help them recreate their kingdom

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Excuse my french but i’m in france, i’m just sayin'

My talent should take me places i've never been

Shaved of the face of the earth

This ones for the lovers

Out of this coviction of feelings

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted