This is a song about "Miss russian american"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Babe you know it gets no better than this

When i click clack i will never miss

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Your raps would just miss me

I was wondering maybe

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

We gotta get back to what really matters

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

My talent should take me places i've never been