This is a song about "Panama"

About to explode to a type 2 super nova exploring up north...

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

They saying you're george rush, it's unanimous

They can withstand the tricks, that thug's pull is simply blasphemous...

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

So what we get faded, so what we smoke green