This is a song about "Dictators"

Its either a bless or a curse, i cleanse the weak with a breath of my verbs

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

But i don't listen to no dictators.

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

How dictators stopping missiles sent me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

The birds i knew flip birds

You fuckin dictators

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Im above the a-list for these great dictators

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds