This is a song about "Uiba copa de america"

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

My bank of america account got six figures

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Middle america, hear 'em yell out in terror they were so scared

Flow exported i was born in america

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga