This is a song about "Investor"

No action to release the pleasant words of acting so discreet

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Choked the one on the throne

Office chair big just like a throne

Baby im in the zone

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Hear some bull that some dude mumble

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Realign your spine to supine create clouded shrines

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

And two hundred dollars ain't enough to water the seed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

You should go get a job cause ya clothe game

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain