This is a song about "American deli"

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

A team from out of queens with the american dream

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Fresher than a item that you find inside a deli,

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

This is what the american government has urged,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

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

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

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,