This is a song about "English colonies in america"

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Flow exported i was born in america

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga