This is a song about "Whipping a foreign"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I'll be whipping this fag / while hes sitting in class

Deliver an ass whipping via mp3 and giving you people more reality than mtv.

Knew we came for murder, pullin up in a hearsewestside was the war cry bustin off freely

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Yup you got a lot a

Thug for life nigga

A store that dosen't get a

Is written in our souls, africa

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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