This is a song about "American english"

And american music shows.

No, no, we are not those

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I hated school till i realised english had poetry,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.