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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

They don't care bout the economy as long as they benefit from the tax collection!

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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