This is a song about "American duties and responsibilities"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

A team from out of queens with the american dream

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,

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

No responsibilities for me listening

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class