This is a song about "American interference in cuba"

Like a line full of hoes

And american music shows.

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

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Taskforce reporting in

With a little bit of passion

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

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

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

But there's a huge interference: they're saying you shouldn't hear it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude