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

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

The economy were i am has less chance of profession and your better

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

And you’re the motherfucker he’s after.

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

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Circulate the economy better than any can/

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!

Will i ever win the war

The shit that i spit is more