This is a song about "Economic collapse"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I'll fight unil my bone collapse don't give a fuck if my knuckles do crack

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

* originally appeared on the "still smokin': chronic 2000" compilation

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Scream out till your lungs collapse, collide with a bus and die,

"what if all just collapse?!"

For setting up traps

Element of disloyalty? i disinfect raps, i'm a rap until i collapse or relapse!

Fuck with me i'll kill you where you stand cause losin to these niggas was never in the plans

The foundation collapse, your trap inside, you couldn't go

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though