This is a song about "Bafrican americans"

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

Help open the eyes of the americans, we need to shut him down

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

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

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,