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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

Circulate the economy better than any can/

Not one j got a pair or more

The world is already full of war

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You is not hip then i can not coach her

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

The final war of the whack and sick

I never crack i got that chap stick