This is a song about "Unated states of america"

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

Watch the great life take the wayside and just the sickness remains

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Flow exported i was born in america

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

But that's just how america is

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Leave the states make peace with myself and erase/