This is a song about "The native american tribes fromthe lewis and clark epedition"

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

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

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

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

A team from out of queens with the american dream

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

That in it's native alphabet, you can't understand

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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