This is a song about "An american pro war song"

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I can feel your heart beating fast

Guest spot on american bandstand

Not relying on the light no more

Money is worst than a war

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

But they sold jello in the paint

Ur reign ends and mines pro-claimed,

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Who knew you in the same song n wrong division, king christ is risen, in an innate state of fission