This is a song about "Black american music class"

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Your beautiful during class

Your life is a product of trash

Cause you're most likely to crash

Thick lips and a sick class

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick