This is a song about "Hernando de soto killing native americans"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Single father raising hits, ending them makes me a native then

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

We’re americans, not crack dealers, criminals, and blatant fools,

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it

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

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good