This is a song about "Gross domestic product per capita gross domestic product unemployment rate consumer price index and inflation rate"

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

The ones who dont even love them, are in it to rate

Superman the product

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I get on beats and defecate on rappers who are second rate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I hate pop so much and rate the job as such a nap

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

The sanded product is much greater

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product