This is a song about "Russian american"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

This is american pie unrated,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

And american music shows.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows