This is a song about "Pakistan"

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Kicking ass like all nighters with pakistan

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

With rappers, crack and gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn