This is a song about "The oppression of the native americans"

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Americans have nothing on the weapons i be testing son

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

And i don't rely on no bitches

The name of the game is

Rollin' down the four o five

Of the book of your life

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

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

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

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Return of the king of flow