This is a song about "Federal reserve"

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

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

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

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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

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

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir