This is a song about "America amp amp amp"

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Like captine america im a new soldier

When when the economy of america breaks

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Look at me america i am a muslim

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

Cause america the terror of,

And what i done just ain't enough

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted