This is a song about "Pakistan"

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Truly they would torture you, smack ya back to pakistan,

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Kicking ass like all nighters with pakistan

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

I'm not from pakistan but i still offer water to a bomber,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for