This is a song about "American revoletion"

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Guest spot on american bandstand

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

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

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

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

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side