This is a song about "Currency in 1786"

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Fast life ya behind ,ya currency just declines

Toddlers in tiaras,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Third degree, hurrying currency urgently

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win