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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

The world is already full of war

The shit that i spit is more

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

When when the economy of america breaks

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Intervals polluting the economy/

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

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

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time