This is a song about "Confederate states of america"

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

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

Cause america the terror of,

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

That's really how we represent our country, the "united states",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Flow exported i was born in america

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

In three states you're accused of rape

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake