This is a song about "Blood new economy"

They just don't give a fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

With a little bit of passion

New passions, enemies new fashion

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

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

You're our own flesh and blood/

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

What will we do first? start another war rape the economy like a whore?

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Full up to fuck with blood,

I know you're mad, but so what

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!

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug