This is a song about "Fuck folk nation"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

An early toke, not a burly bloke, but sturdy folk

But this nation is facing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

She all on my skin

About to sweep the nation

I love all the inspiration

Your part of my hater nation

Enough talking bout them other folk

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

When you ain't got no education

Their actions shock the nation