This is a song about "Sara from denmark"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

You dont know where im from

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

Protected from fatalism.

I pop one, you pop one