This is a song about "American idol"

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

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Where my idol lays resting in peace

Got tired of running from the police

Snipers chilling in idol building waiting to take my life and end it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

Your wife your bridal be in denial because she wanna marry her idol,

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,