This is a song about "African american"

Guest spot on american bandstand

Celebrate the very day that i get past

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

And i love your mind and ambition

This african already been

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one