This is a song about "American industrial revolution"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

This is american pie unrated,

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

This is what the american government has urged,

You stood me up and i understand

Guest spot on american bandstand

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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