This is a song about "Quantative easing"

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

You better off raising the flag and just retreat

Back at me~ underlines the divine decline as the sand

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

And raise it, you couldn't lift a single shingle on it!

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Pushed twirled and rushed no time to hurl

Lift her shirt them titties bezerk (damn girl)

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest

Erupting volcanic, satanic cutting, wrist after wrist, im not sad im just pissed,

And simplify my life to keep my eyes on rap and write?

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

God damn that fucker needs a lift