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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Running out of time your hour glass collided with my ill mind,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

I leave most motherfuckers with suppressed lungs running out of air supply,

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand

Running out of ideas i need to retool

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

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

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

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit