This is a song about "Homeland security"

Security is shouting that i gotta get out

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

It sends you loopy, crazy, quirky, and gives you a false sense of security,

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

To wasting afflicted by the curse of addiction to security an pension

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

Instant, spontaneous combustion of your security

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",