This is a song about "America"

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

America the peace is past, let the rebels lead the way

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

My bank of america account got six figures

I refuse to be another being on this earth

"vip"to back of the line.dispatching my lines destination to the top,thats because

I say hello say hi for me to othello, can you ask him why america has fell off

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

T.i., ludacris, jay electron', b.o.b shocks america,

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga