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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

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

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

Teach you how to rope a chick

The final war of the whack and sick

When when the economy of america breaks

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets