This is a song about "Domination of one country by the political"

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

By twisting the definition of superstitious.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

The ones you trust to lead your country are lethal people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Attacked by martyrs of the past

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

The neighborhood animals began disappearing one by one,

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million