This is a song about "Mixed economy"

And the economy reduced my quality

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

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

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Had i not been exposed to these things

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

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

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

I know your feelin mixed emotions

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Mixed with excision of inhibition

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money