This is a song about "Blood for economy"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

So if you want a blood-bath i'm cocked, loaded, for a immersed expand/

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

Circulate the economy better than any can/

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

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

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

I'm thirsty for some blood your probably gunna need a big hearse

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her