This is a song about "Stock"

Fuck these gomers, our country's run by stock brokers.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

Drops there jaw in aw!like a stock marketer watching the stock market fall

Or stock dealin' there's no excuse for the preenin'

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Get that h-i cus c simeon got risin stock/

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Like a chick,get a whole new stock of tamphons and pad.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go