This is a song about "National"

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Robbing national treasury

My lyrics are mistaken for national security bomb threats,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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,

For local and national attention,

In this cold world, it's all about collection