This is a song about "America a"

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

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

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

The science and the art, africa

Yup you got a lot a

This is america and i'm the purge no matter how hard i try i cant the urge the kill. stared

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray