This is a song about "Afro american"

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Succeed in what you love the american dream

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Live from the lamont's rose

And american music shows.

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

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

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

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Guest spot on american bandstand