This is a song about "The united colonists"

Look, cole world, still a cold world

The sequel to the first

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I imagine that we'll soon be united, soon to be unanimous,

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

The savage with the statics

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate