This is a song about "American sniper"

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Because i see right through your disguise

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce me and lone sniper,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Bullets been fired at ma face, while i'm standing still wishing to kill the sniper/

And american music shows.

Here they keep a rachet close

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Guest spot on american bandstand

I'll get to em when i land