This is a song about "Vinsja pa kaia"

Is a space that now you hold

Since i was a day old,

The master of this rap shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

What makes you think ya can take my nation,

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

They rock n rollin bring tha funk to the whole nation/

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

The bringing of this nation annotation,

So if it comes down, may the best man win