This is a song about "American masters funders"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

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

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

They link dancers and obey masters like captors

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Guest spot on american bandstand

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Burn and know i'm all over your masters master, but hazardous,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus