This is a song about "National anthem"

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

My fans can stand for the anthem

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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