This is a song about "Motherland"

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I'm from the motherfucking motherland brother man

These nigga want pad on his hand but he dont know his motherland

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

I like my girls skinny with brains

That kept our motherland in chains

I'll go to motherland and nuke you not to spook you

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

In your motherland so austere

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

All i've found is luck, guess i got it from the motherland,

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and