This is a song about "Socialist and capitalist"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Make the fingers snap

And like to boast and brag

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

But now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them