This is a song about "American revol"

And american music shows.

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Guest spot on american bandstand

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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