This is a song about "American slag"

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

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

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.

Succeed in what you love the american dream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

This is american pie unrated,

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

A team from out of queens with the american dream

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

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

And american music shows.

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes