This is a song about "Mixed economy"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

So i banged for a minute

With words so mixed and twisted

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

And the economy reduced my quality