This is a song about "These fucking immigrants"

Fucking drought these are my sufferings this is what i go through so try to walk

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Can't understand these fucking feelings in me, reeling in me,

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Dry land , but its my fucking

To fucking serious,

Thought this was forever love

Fucking these pussies numb

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Can't understand these fucking feelings in me, reeling in me,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

I fucking hate the way that these rappers, they play the game,