This is a song about "1890 s in america"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Way of seas/ when in america you can flee/ but there was a

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

When when the economy of america breaks

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

My bank of america account got six figures

But that's just how america is

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

Cause america the terror of,

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party