This is a song about "Africa to america"

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

America the peace is past, let the rebels lead the way

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Cause america the terror of,

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

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

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

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