This is a song about "American dad"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Miami nights, made a couple grand

Guest spot on american bandstand

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

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

Like football your ass smacked dad

It's all good, finna dog that

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

I live in the american south with the racial divide,