This is a song about "Finding world peace"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Yeah i talk world peace and human

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

And we scream "fuck the world" while disturbing the peace,

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

World peace will come later, probably not, we're waging wars,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

In a world that prays for peace, all we preach is hate.

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

You not gone find your peace

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home