This is a song about "African american hipsters"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Guest spot on american bandstand

We getting money, you can face the facts

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

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

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

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Than these pseudo-intellectual hipsters, the evil,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level