This is a song about "The life of a british soldier in the time of the american revolution"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

A week, while the rest of the time you’re in a fucking daze

Your developmental league don’t see a team

A team from out of queens with the american dream

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Of a soldier that don't give a fuck about my time

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

Or will we matter? in the end, this rendition of life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

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