This is a song about "Georgia economy after the civil war"

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

When when the economy of america breaks

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

What will we do first? start another war rape the economy like a whore?

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Circulate the economy better than any can/

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Intervals polluting the economy/

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter