This is a song about "Nations"

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The problem is, when nations unite, and stand for religions it awakens

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

And saw you lose friends, nations fall, and bridges burn,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels