This is a song about "Native americans"

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

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

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Help open the eyes of the americans, we need to shut him down

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?