This is a song about "Shawnee"

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

Dropped 12k on the pontiac and two bens on the hash

Welcome to purgatory our uncivilised nation

I'm honking with the smell of effort on this occasion

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.