This is a song about "Republic of china nanjing"

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Pockets to no ends, through hell and out china well spent,

My nigga, its all love

Of potential cases

What up girl, tell me how you been

Of instant elation

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Of being of always getting wired

And losin all his money

Beaches of normandy.

Out of mind out of sight

On that red-eyed kush flight

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz