This is a song about "Blood for economy"

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

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And the economy reduced my quality

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Brush for knife, blood for paint, making you my new canvas

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

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

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Intervals polluting the economy/

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee