This is a song about "Credit union"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I don't rap to get the women or respected, fuck the credit.

A good person just to get credit when you want something

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

I'm not a credit card when im finished you use vengeance , im not care-less or a guy whos senseless

Though, i'll give these rappers some credit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

Unlimited credit

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion