This is a song about "The soviet union"

Do the math, get the sum

So muthafuck the system

In the heat of the summer,

Took the van, went snatch her

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

The more battles the better the flows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream