This is a song about "Native americans"

The americans can no longer survive,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,