This is a song about "American slob squalor"

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And american music shows.

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

The bitches is everything in between

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

This is what the american government has urged,

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