This is a song about "American hostages freed"

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

Now it's time to eat

Without the sound of guns

Shoot hostages for defiance

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

The evil thinkin' proceeded even when they were freed

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

And american music shows.

Big homie hov said i am close