This is a song about "Geography most populated countries and their capito"

Black woman you cold

I'm 15 and better than most

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

And that why i thank the two people the most

After every show, a dream she hold

Time in the lecture and the most

Always knew where the pot was

Most y'all cant do it to their faces

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

And disrespect their women, beat their girlfriends,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Those with the most thoughts are out of their minds.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

And i write it better than most could