This is a song about "Waking up in another country"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

Ends up in another type of conductor that you never uncover

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

That rapbox shit, its over with like waking up when that coma quit

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

Know how it feels waking up every morning

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Another morning he wakes up screaming, how he lost his dreams in

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion