This is a song about "National security"

I felt the warmth of the holy spirit, the security of jesus through jay

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

The homeland security gaffeled me over seas

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

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

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

Robbing national treasury

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep