This is a song about "American revolutions"

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

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

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like 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

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

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