This is a song about "South americans"

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

The americans can no longer survive,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

That's my in the life south.

Yo we get the dank and bounce

We all need to grow up, don’t matter east, west, north, south

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

So i banged for a minute

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit