This is a song about "My afro american companion"

I spazz, yo; flowing, i'm going, showing my afro

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

A team from out of queens with the american dream

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

I finally cumm its in her hair and on her thumb, she glances at me and says lets make another run,

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards