This is a song about "Nations"

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

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

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit