This is a song about "The american scholar by ralph waldo emerson"

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

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

If you were nursed by fools, then this is your american, asian perceptions.

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Lucky for me, where rap is concerned, i don't need to be a scholar.

"contemplate", i wrote about her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Or something that you paid for

I couldn't get off to ralph nader

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

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started