This is a song about "Market economy"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

That scary love, never get married love

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Intervals polluting the economy/

Bota da beep bota, booming economy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see