This is a song about "Macroeconomics"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Me ahead of the curve knowing just what i worth

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Little romeo going against king arthur...with juliet,

Got shit so complex that even if a scientist in quantum mechanics,

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

Gave me head just to fit in with them, that's social psychology.

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And need psychology

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Physical fitness, home economics

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Cause it might hurt a bit when i curve the pen to make words and shit