This is a song about "Interest rates"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Nobody here is famous, we just got a common interest.

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

It's for the high crime rates for all that gang bang violence,

Cause since you took away my trust fund i'm stuck paying an interest on my student loan

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Figure your figures making interest

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Take 2 a day. fuck that. more's in my interest

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Quays made a baby his birth rates new

If your man can't keep up wit you

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools