This is a song about "Stock and exchange"

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold