This is a song about "American revolotion"

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

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

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,