This is a song about "African american"

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

This is american pie unrated,

This african already been

Visions, dreams of passion

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

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks