This is a song about "Anarcho capitalism"

And the economy reduced my quality

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Intervals polluting the economy/

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

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

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Of such a capitalistic mental that they ain’t treating as citizens,