This is a song about "Quantative easing"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Im controlling the masses slashing any mother fucker that passes

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

So recently im ceaselessly just easing up leisurely

I'm slashing throats until satan questions my sanity

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Super size future conversations be like hella high dropping beats no retreat sweeten up the weekend

I couldn't let my adversaries worry meand every single day it's a test, wear a bulletproof vest

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

My flow disarming never calming disturbing and almighty, causin throbbing

Your best bet might just be to retreat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Gets there vote, so i suggest you retreat,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

To be honest, im modest

What held me back from slashing my wrist,