This is a song about "Afro american"

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I spazz, yo; flowing, i'm going, showing my afro

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

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

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

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