This is a song about "Federal reserve"

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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

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

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

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

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

We will reserve and act like waitresses, we'll take orders,

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars