This is a song about "Soviet union"

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Call this shit inappropriate. the fact is my rhymind goes from now to soviet.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

We should all join as one as a union

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,