This is a song about "Great depression in america"

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Wisdom is great, but i feel like i'm stuck in chains.

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

With women with issues

Great music comes in twos

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

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

God bless america

You're fucking with me, nigga