This is a song about "Financial limitations"

Financial collaps, well, the rich are in the clear

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Cash money, financial

That’s only if they handle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I accept my limitations and declare i shall dissolve them

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

I am not loving my financial sitch right now

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight