This is a song about "Federal deposit insurance corporation"

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Hows that for insurance with some reinsurance,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Sure hope asap's insurance for the beat

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

And i'm flyin', but it's cool, i got insurance

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

Make a deposit and the irs will still attempt to perform an audit and repossess the doc's chronic

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips