This is a song about "Der reich"

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

And embarass you. put ya offense in wild cat,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Im here but my mind is in another state

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

//getting a good mic soon hopefully as well,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

I imagine that we'll soon be united, soon to be unanimous,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love