This is a song about "Financial crisis"

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

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

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

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

I can teach you all the sounds of love

From this identity crisis.......

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But i guess that shit's just tough love

In a rise from my crisis

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble