This is a song about "Withdraw formally from membership in a federal union"

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

So let 'em chase love

In a rise from my crisis

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Believe me like urbanology but formally

Shouting all her sorrows in a pillowcase from senegal

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

They slept in death, hung from a wire that held their necks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes