This is a song about "Rally all the nations"

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

The problem is, when nations unite, and stand for religions it awakens

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I want it all... all of the money

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

You fear success, but rally you have nothing to worry about.

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,