This is a song about "Iraq"

I'll make you feel like you're being stoned in iraq

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Form the towers to iraq

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Exploding to the pad like an iraq

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin