This is a song about "Western australia seceding"

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

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

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

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?

Look it something they can't ever see

You're dead to be, seceding mentally

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police