This is a song about "Nations"

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I'll rebel against your jealous hating, blessed with the essence to excel with patience

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips