This is a song about "Oligarchy"

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

What transpires since the day the seeds were plantedthe g grew but we knew we'd have a clique

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

I stack racks fat you haters pockets petite.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

And you cannot control blocks, 'cuz i got tyranny, kick it,

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

The greed inside my soul gave me shove,

Your waiste so petite then your hips so elite

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed