This is a song about "Blood oil economy"

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

Don't matter, we need oil, look at the lives we're wrecking,

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And the economy reduced my quality

I went in #for #the #kill and polluted the street, oil spill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Superfly, opposite of basic

Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig