This is a song about "Financial crisis"

From this identity crisis.......

But i guess that shit's just tough love

On the slow jam of love

From this identity crisis.......

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

That's why i shine like i does

In a rise from my crisis

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis