This is a song about "Opec"

Top of my pile of bodies

So dope, shit, i sold y’all copies

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

I stack cheetos and doritos like casinos

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Mr. folarin said he got me trel rockin' too

Well i was trying to write a rap to, well, amaze you

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Head east through asia, and start to depopulate, the inflated countries,

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,

Did you notice something wasn't playing quite well?

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell