This is a song about "The philippines"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

The replacement of the word "mother"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

The weed into the bong

New message from mom

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Where the ball meets the wall

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall