This is a song about "Hard times and chineese food"

Save some, save none at the same time

Times might be hard, but keep your head up...it's fine...

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Yellin and merk off fat dog food purina

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

But little to no interest after election

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

But he don't rule a thing

To all those hard times, hiding

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

So much feelings to feel,this a hard times

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude