This is a song about "Colonial american"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Succeed in what you love the american dream

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix