This is a song about "Western australia"

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

And you'll be spent, you'll be dead, checkin' out like best western

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

It's a standoff, somethin kinda like a rap western

Cause i'm australia and i'm turning back the boats

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes