This is a song about "Americans running out native americans"

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

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it/

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Okay i am running out of time

Its me, running #blood in an out of your #stream

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free