This is a song about "My afro american companion"

A team from out of queens with the american dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

And american music shows.

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

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

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Back like i never ever left in the first

This is what the american government has urged,