This is a song about "Bafrican americans"

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

The americans can no longer survive,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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