This is a song about "Demonstrates"

Leveling to exceptional ease satisfaction at stabbing spleens

Brooklyn we hard, we move it to queens, im cuttin the sales and makin the scenes,

With no food in your tummy and nobody to lend you a loan

Well i'd go back to my cell raise hell and get in my zone,

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

Money and power come to us through direct sales,