This is a song about "Hitler s foreign policy"

Are my words really so foreign and impossible to fathom?

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Basketball is my favorite sport

Damn... my levels foreign wheres ya passport

After i kill you like hitler did to every jew

And people call me a user, but i want you

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

And i got a little big, keep it low key

How could this rule be set against my policy..

Ill be like hitler and your a jew

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo