This is a song about "Miss russian american"

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

Your raps would just miss me

I came up hungry

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Then i gotta say peace to you

Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu

Swerve swerve, fill it up, miss miss, don't forget

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee