This is a song about "Industrialization and big business"

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Where the guns ain't an issue, and death is big

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

What happened to mind your business and shut your mouth

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Well be running a muck with our music, doorlists and business

Mustache and a big nose,

Live from the lamont's rose

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I got clowns on my hit list and start rapping now to business

And runs a record business by the time daylight comes

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

And u still wondering how your business is so rich