This is a song about "Pakistan"

That ain't meant for civilians, but drones in pakistan,

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

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

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

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

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined 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,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

So leave it up to me i'll cut your head off like the taliban in pakistan

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang