This is a song about "Dictators"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

How dictators stopping missiles sent me

Im above the a-list for these great dictators

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

But i don't listen to no dictators.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Mathematic denominator, i predominate dictators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Fuck the haters i don't hear em' they think there dictators but

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Knb bro fuck the haters, they traitors, tryna control you like they some dictators

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters