This is a song about "Quantative easing"

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

Accidents happen when i got the mac in hand

Wasting your time, im fine no thanks decline,

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

Call in rondonumbanine, kid will bring the trigger

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

So recently im ceaselessy just easing up leisurely

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

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

My insight's beyond the twilight so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat

And i pull my trigger

I don’t care where ya are

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

White person, got my middle finger on the trigger

You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners

Waiting to pull the trigger while phoma shivers