This is a song about "Igg azalea"

Without the sound of guns

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

So beat me to the bone

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

The super beast with a suited suite it's stupid sweet

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Baby your nothing but sweet,

I keep my money neat

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream