This is a song about "Tobacco and native americans"

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it/

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Americans tackle in foot ball? getting all bloody?

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

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

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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