This is a song about "American slag"

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

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

You stood me up and i understand

Guest spot on american bandstand

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

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

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

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