This is a song about "Tobacco and native americans"

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

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 that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand