This is a song about "Rally all the nations"

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Is written in our souls, africa

My all gold rolly or the

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

All say they in the game,all liars,all lame.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,

Tensions fume as my rivals rally against this

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Know you want me to fall

And imma kill the all

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

And saw you lose friends, nations fall, and bridges burn,