This is a song about "Blood new economy"

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

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

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,