This is a song about "American landscape"

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

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

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

And american music shows.

Here they keep a rachet close

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.