This is a song about "Finance crisis"

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

From this identity crisis.......

We don't ever make love

Here i go again, searching for love

In a rise from my crisis

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Face the facts, that i gotta start with a bad finance

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Workin for a finance but no interest in science so don't be bias because my mind is,

Suffering a midlife crisis, but have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

From this identity crisis.......

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis