This is a song about "Financial crisis"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

From this identity crisis.......

In a rise from my crisis

Always knew where the pot was

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Found this spot in pasadena and shack with her, an investment

So much pressure on the poor with financial problems aint that pleasant

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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