This is a song about "United states of america"

Miss america the beautiful, to me that's funny

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

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

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

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

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

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Invades states, degrading babes,

One verse is all it takes

Flow exported i was born in america

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Turned america into a world where everything's intercepted

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit