This is a song about "1920 american gangsters"

This is what the american government has urged,

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Guest spot on american bandstand

Succeed in what you love the american dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Discerning gangsters see, burning bangers to sling, all of these mics happily,

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers