This is a song about "Economic collapse"

"what if all just collapse?!"

Living out of bags

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Collapse and scream for help, but i'm small just like kelp

If i see any more desks imma collapse,

From an african american stance

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Wouldn't you want a brother who'd help you if you collapse?

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

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

If i don't make that man there dance