This is a song about "Great depression in america"

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Gin makes me sin

Suicide depression,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

When i'm sober - i'll be in a state of depression

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail

Then some lady named billie holiday

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play