This is a song about "National"

Robbing national treasury

What them tippers don't see

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

For local and national attention,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak