This is a song about "National"

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Cuz i wanna keep the heck off the cover of the national news week,

You're uncool like my mother kin

For local and national attention,

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I told y'all that i would never sell out for all those national radios,

But five years from now i bet she see

Robbing national treasury