This is a song about "Hate upon america"

As the king upon the throne

Put my number in your phone

Like captine america im a new soldier

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My bank of america account got six figures

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Flow exported i was born in america

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Once upon atime ago a minute

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

We the type of niggas you'll depend upon.