This is a song about "Farmers and bankers"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

And kill yourself and your clique

I’m way harder than the concrete

Chillin' with homies and family

Living young and wild and free

And stop playing hide and seek,

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fuck this battle, its worth less to me than a farmers cattle,