This is a song about "American football"

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

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//

Punt her like a football 'till my hoof leg goes numb. my oh my, what do we here?

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

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

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

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