This is a song about "My coutry"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Good love then i can do that for her

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time