This is a song about "African american hipsters"

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Guest spot on american bandstand

I was a spitting image of my african father/ parents from the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

The power of knowledge threatens, im educated with weapons

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

If she mine i'mma take her to a newer level

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Succeed in what you love the american dream