This is a song about "Blood for oil economy"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Un-hairy musk lavender oil coated

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Pool of blood spilling, wet sign for this track!

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Thirsty for the blood of rappers, i've tolerated/

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

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