This is a song about "Great depression in america"

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Flow exported i was born in america

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Middle america, hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared

In america, it's okay to be a full-blown sinner

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Amen, they say you only live once

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Ya girl feeling great now cause he play in her guts

If i can leave this place, and just get away

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

City national bank evolve into shape

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga