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

The final war of the whack and sick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

But i defend the civil liberties

Intervals polluting the economy/

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

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

And all women who had light features, see

And the economy reduced my quality

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for