This is a song about "Economics"

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

All right, they call me the professor, but you can call me your successor

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

And for your fucken information fool

And my main bitch, she just started school

Clyde drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

No education, we lack information, no wonder we hardly could stop segregation,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Cause in the long haul you'll remember these lyrical pictures i draw

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

People will follow me in the masses i am a boss now the real cost

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart