This is a song about "American airlines"

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Oh my, the mind is high like em airlines

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

A team from out of queens with the american dream

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

This is american pie unrated,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

This is what the american government has urged,

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard