This is a song about "Economie"

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?