This is a song about "American boy"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And american music shows.

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Succeed in what you love the american dream

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since