[Verse]
I go give you love like Nkrumah and gloves for Azumah
But what you gonna do with that thing?
Then I go give you scribes for the motherland
Ticket for Sutherland but what you gonna do with that thing?
The mind of [?] but what you gonna do with that thing?
The perversion in the opulence
No be money wey go show you sense
You be selfish you say you no need friends
Outstanding how you go through trends
Me I'm confused [?]
You be stunna but you owe due rent
Alma mater, old student
Internal man [?]
If all the [?] descended on our penises
And gave birth to geniuses
With answers to our grievances
It still will be meaningless
Unless we naa fi insist say we naa fi clean this mess
And anything else we dismiss
Or we gonna lose everything unless we're tryna lose it all