This is a song about "Middle east"

All this paper i fold

From the east to the west coast

City national bank evolve into shape

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Couple white boys out repping for the east

No longer with us; he's deceased

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

In the middle east, only the poverty's afflicted

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Born into deformity in east germany,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

My salute to you i raise the middle

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight