This is a song about "Tobacco and native americans"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

And she gives them a blow

I spit raps like tobacco

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

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

Whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last