This is a song about "National anthem for zuchoolu island"

Not for attention for killing

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

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

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

My fans can stand for the anthem

So the ones eye has freak don't run

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

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Robbing national treasury

I’m tryna be low key