This is a song about "Blood as oil economy"

High off life? my nigga not even

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Either as big as a rockstar, or as blood hits the stone,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

And the economy reduced my quality

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

I used over and over swinging my sword as blood spills,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Intervals polluting the economy/

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

I just want somebody i can see

Bota da beep bota, booming economy