This is a song about "Native american rap"

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Teeth of an american teen ankles on candy fiend

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Like a line full of hoes

And american music shows.

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Know now that i am an american years later isolated

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

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

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