This is a song about "South americans"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Make that so called career you got head down south

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

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

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

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