This is a song about "Europeans being lazy and stole the american indians land"

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Give a little effort every now and then, but i'm lazy

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And american music shows.

Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see