This is a song about "Nation of islam"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If your life is a hell, better call me satan! adoration of this nation.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The bringing of this nation annotation,

A nation with inspiration of hip-hop assassinatin',

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

A product of this static nation, satanic faces

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

I'm sick of sitting by and watching our nation fade away,

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin