This is a song about "Anarcho capitalism"

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

And i stay down like my economy and finally i stay true to my might dynasty, yup!!!

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

But now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And the economy reduced my quality

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Bota da beep bota, booming economy