This is a song about "Japan"

So all the hustling for nothing man

Snatched, wrapped 'n' crammed in saran, shipped to japan,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Evolve physically better than japan/

Repent sins....like japan did

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

She ain't got a man

Slanted. i aint from japan.

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

I promised all my fans from here to japan

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

I'll japan the fucking test

Might as well get it off yo’ chest