This is a song about "Free market economy"

And the economy reduced my quality

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Intervals polluting the economy/

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Living young and wild and free

Third ward general, young cash money

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Dont paid the prepaid free

Looking at your money

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money