This is a song about "First nations of canada"

On the 5th of the first month,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I was tired at first, tired of thirst, and getting fucked over

First you need to combine the acts of your stupid ass

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Look, cole world, still a cold world

Of course i raped her pussy first

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Entering the first ring i've reached the edge of hell,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms