This is a song about "Africa to america"

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Shit, that's most of america, with neighborhoods devastated,

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

Middle america, hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource