This is a song about "Blood new economy"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

We're young and we don't give a fuck

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

And the economy reduced my quality

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Intervals polluting the economy/

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,