This is a song about "American dad"

Well its between you and dad

Twista finna get up on the track

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Like wheres erick at (dad?)

When that money calls i holla back

Cause you looking like maxes dad

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Guest spot on american bandstand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride