This is a song about "Corporate america"

But that's just how america is

Mind your motherfucking business

When when the economy of america breaks

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

We're takin' shit out like greedy corporate ceo bankers,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My bank of america account got six figures

Cause my thing something vicious

Cause america the terror of,

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,