This is a song about "Racist pakistan"

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Because they're shaken 'round, taken down by racist police,

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Don't mean to be impatient

My ink pen so racist,