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

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

And i was pretty angry at the government of us americans,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

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

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

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?