This is a song about "Iraq"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Form the towers to iraq

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

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

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

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

In baghdad, iraq only wealthy live happily

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Exploding to the pad like an iraq

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

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