This is a song about "Free market economy"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

When when the economy of america breaks

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

Circulate the economy better than any can/

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man