This is a song about "South americans"

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

It shows i know a bit

South cal, we runnin' this rap shit

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

That's my in the life south.

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

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town