This is a song about "Oligarcy"

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

The crowd's with me, all according to plan

'cause it was an admired service-man