This is a song about "Philippines"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

I head to the islands the tropics,

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"by the way, here's a one-way ticket back to mexico",

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

The king of the jungle

Got to the end of the tunnel

The things im most scared of

On the slow jam of love

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist