This is a song about "Corporate america"

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

T.i., ludacris, jay electron', b.o.b shocks america,

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

We're takin' shit out like greedy corporate ceo bankers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And see those corporate executives fund corrupt elections,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

God bless america

You're fucking with me, nigga

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,