This is a song about "Fiscal policies"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Talk about terminologies his ways bring qualities and policies,

But now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Than presidential policies follow me?

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I’m trying to spit y’all some history, the government policies,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese