This is a song about "Americans moving westward"

Im loaded up like a moving truck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

And i was pretty angry at the government of us americans,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Someone you love but stay focused and moving

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But you giving up my resolution is music moving

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son