This is a song about "Native american"

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

A team from out of queens with the american dream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

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