This is a song about "Coming to america"

But five years from now i bet she see

Coming to terms, where we can agree

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

And getting money is the song i sing

You coming back to me thats what i'm hoping,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Coming to the foreground

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',