This is a song about "Islamic state of iraq and syria"

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And can perfectly fake his state of emotion

Draw pics of him drop-kickin' islamic prophets

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I'm pretty sure i should of died, my altered state of mind

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

Form the towers to iraq

Like a fiend off the best rock

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake