This is a song about "Judicial executive and legislative branch"

Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Executive chair sitting decisions made

Grab the scissors and saws and

And get caught, in the moment

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Corporate executive who doesn't give a fuck, i'm wicked,

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

And remember what i said and

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,