Laws - Momma Miss America [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Laws]
Yeah, live and direct, break it down, roll it up like here, try this
No time to side-step, drums like whip cracks, staying present
Me and Paul like a lit match made in Heaven, flow so poetic
This is for the ages, kids who reckless, get ‘em on stages
I’m taking mental inventory of these haters
What happens in my brain stays in it like Vegas, I ain’t playing kid
This is no hobby, y’all ain’t trying to hurt nobody like playing kid
The word got around bout this amazing kid, when his flow spark
It get darker than an Asian wig, aye man, aye I like that guitar man
Lemme get a little bit of reverb, yeah-yeah, that’s what I’m saying fam
They want me to simultaneously be the savior and make ‘em dance
In the meantime, gotta make a band
I'mma have to be more secure than Jenna Jameson’s man
Pack a beast too big for the cages, rhymes like birthdays ‘cause they for the ages
Ain’t this hip-hop’s time of hysteria? I’ll carry the torch like momma miss America
Industry an undertaker, it just wanna bury you
Got a lot of toys but it don't wanna share with you, God bless America
Sending poor to fight but when they get home, they don’t wanna take care of ya
Aw man, why it go and get political? They just wanna dance
Give ‘em something for the stripper hoes, guess that’s the game on the path to fame
Break the ozone and make it acid rain, put myself in the position
Where I can save the children but I don’t know if anybody gonna listen
The kids is all 106ing, on the block pitching, on the phone bitching
Filling up radio request lines, with wait, are you kidding?
You wanna hear a song called Fry That Chicken?
Man, man I been saying that this mess has to stop so I'mma show a little class over classic rock