This is a song about "Blood oil economy"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

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

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Intervals polluting the economy/

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers