This is a song about "Quantative easing"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Broken my heart, cant see it healing

As the scars cut, starved of blood, clot,

By any means, if ya like it or not

Listen listen closely yo there's anger in the calm.

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Like an explosion, erosion, you need some healing lotion,

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

I'm bigger than the code, i'm game genie

Relapse, gotta relax, make real raps, eat snacks.

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps