This is a song about "The green party of the united states"

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

I like big butts and i cannot lie

The party house, now don't be shy

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

The next day i chilled at a friend's house party and he played ny state of mind

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Keep the party turned round

Everytime you come around

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

This party will make the neighbors lose it!

And tired of his shit and tries to just split