This is a song about "Stop the war in nations"

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

I was raised from the ashes of my nations quarrels

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Your pitiful stop i'm the devil in nike airs

In the tropics can't stop it

That's game bitch, ain't shit