This is a song about "The united colonists"

Rarely there's a true father in this united state

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

The savage with the statics

Wish i could shed all these tears

And we can't fall

From the bench to the ball

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

We have nothing in common

You're the snow, i'm the sun