This is a song about "1920 american gangsters"

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

The life of gangsters , weirdos and drug users.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And american music shows.

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

This is what the american government has urged,

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Guest spot on american bandstand

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

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