This is a song about "Blood oil economy"

When when the economy of america breaks

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And the economy reduced my quality

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

So pass the baby oil

My rapping made you soil