This is a song about "America amp amp amp amp"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Look at me america i am a muslim

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a fuckin problem

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Cause america the terror of,

My bank of america account got six figures

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers