This is a song about "Blood for economy"

Im starving for blood my friend

Niggas in the street scared

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular

So sour its like drinking blood for the power

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

When when the economy of america breaks

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

My hunger for blood got your body looking battered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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