This is a song about "African american"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Man this is so bullshit, i'm so mad i ma knock you in two hits

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

African girls with bodacious you know what’s,

This african already been

And just looked at the whole situation

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred