This is a song about "Jagao mere desh"

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Our ways of complaining about haters every single

But seemingly believe it though

Catch me riding so solo

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

But i pussy out every single time

Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Two toe-to-toe together tots flowing solo

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

In a single cell as i single out bustin another trillion, what's left to be written,