This is a song about "National anthem"

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Robbing national treasury

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

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

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

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

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.