Doechii’s “America Has A Problem (Freestyle)”: A Raw and Poignant Examination of Societal Challenges

Dive into the thought-provoking and unfiltered world of Doechii’s “America Has A Problem (Freestyle)”. Explore the powerful lyrics, raw emotions, and social commentary embedded in this impactful freestyle that shines a light on the pressing issues facing America today.

Ice Spice is frequently called the People’s Princess, but let the record show that Doechii is taking excellent care of her fans too. The “Persuasive” songstress has markedly been booked and busy at festival stages across the country over the past few months. Among her recent performances were two iconic shows at Coachella that may have been some of her best yet. When Beyonce tapped Kendrick Lamar for the “AMERICA HAS A PROBLEM” remix amid her RENAISSANCE World Tour last month, it didn’t take long for Doechii’s fans to step in and say that their favourite singer deserves a spot on the hit song too.

She hasn’t gotten a call from Queen B (that we know of). Still, the Florida native did decide to drop a freestyle on her own YouTube account today (June 12). “Too much, ho, don’t do too much / Pullin’ up in a Magic City in an uber / Pockets fatter than a motherfuckin’ fupa,” Doechii’s clever but comedic rhymes begin over the infectious beat.

“I see a lotta b*tches, I don’t see a lotta stars / I hear a lot of rappers, I don’t hear a lot of bars,” she later adds. “I see a lot of plastic, I don’t see a lot of barbz / I see a lot of digits, I don’t care about the charge.” Fans are already proclaiming their love for the previously-teased drop. Thankfully for them, it actually marks Doechii’s second arrival in the past few days. On Janelle Monae’s The Age of Pleasure album, the 24-year-old shines on “Phenomenal.”

Doechii – America Has A Problem (Freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse]
Too much, ho, don’t do too much
Pullin’ up in a Magic City in an uber
Pockets fatter than a motherfuckin’ fupa
When I enter Magic City, bitches group up
Off White head to toe like the Ku Klan
Diamonds on dance, dance, revolution
Got a new man and I got a new Benz
This is my motherfuckin’, nigga, what it do, dance
Rich bitch on a rich nigga hit list
If this bitch gets slick, she’ll get hit
Hoes washed up, dishes
Lost and found, these hoes been missin’
D-O-E, you can not define me
Like Beyoncé, you could never find me
I’m chillin’ in The Hills with the roof off
Step in the motherfuckin’ booth and get my shoes off
Like, lets get it, check critics
Hoes pressed, less printed
Most original and most these hoes just don’t admit it
Doechii gettin’ dough and do-si-doin’ on these niggas
Hoes drop, it’s crickets, Doe drop, sell tickets
Why you bitches diggin’ dirt? Dig up my networth
I know your bitches neck hurt ’cause I’m pressure
How you turn a 100 fans into a 100 bands?
How you turn a 100 bands into a 100 M’s?
How you from the North and claimin’ you a croc bitch?
How you bitin’ on the one and only swamp bitch?
I see a lotta bitches, I don’t see a lotta stars
I hear a lot of rappers, I don’t hear a lot of bars
I see a lot of plastic, I don’t see a lot of barbz
I see a lot of didgets, I don’t care about the charge

[Outro]
Ah-ah, let the beat breath
Ah-ah, let the motherfuckin’ beat breath