This is a song about "Mixed economy"

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

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

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Even if you not a stripper

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

I know your feelin mixed emotions

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

It's a fools fatewithout your word

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

They all see my life from a childish position

Mixed with excision of inhibition