This is a song about "American interference in cuba"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

We self-made but never is an i on the team

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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