This is a song about "State of the economy"

They're the reason for my lyrical mental state,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Intervals polluting the economy/

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

When when the economy of america breaks

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate

They're in a state of shock/

This is the part where we run hip hop

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade