This is a song about "Worldcup germany"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

A young wack herald, speaking the truth

High as shit, i’m in a booth

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Return of the king of flow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Then put it into sex drive

Of the book of your life

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my