[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