This is a song about "Break up on the british and americans"

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Probably get a boom headshot, or walk up and break your jaw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

Pretend you put the porno on mute, and shut the fuck up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind