This is a song about "Colonial american"

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 must have won every pageant in america when you was young

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

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.

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

We gotta get back to what really matters

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Succeed in what you love the american dream

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team