This is a song about "Invasion of panama"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Thats what i call lyrical invasion.

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

When he can stop the upcoming invasion

And a mr. rebel rhyme invasion

I just blame it on a man named reagan

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Praying to gods the white men made, it's from the last invasion,

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I used to be the most humble until

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

When i declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing