This is a song about "Digital security"

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Rewinding the scenes in digital vividly

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security