This is a song about "Life in america"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I have memories of melodies in my life. (in my life)

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I will succed in life

What we gotta do to survive

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

We hustle to survive

In the prime of my life

Like captine america im a new soldier

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir