This is a song about "Uiba copa de america"

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Cause america the terror of,

Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Flow exported i was born in america

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Look at me america i am a muslim

And last but not least please don't tell no one