This is a song about "Blood for oil economy"

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

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

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

My balls get lubed in oil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Im a brutal motherfucker with a taste for blood

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key