This is a song about "Europe s countries"

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

That includes counties and countries that are now in the shit

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Move to europe, ah fuck it, blow it up,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people