This is a song about "Stock and exchange"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

When i came to the exchange i picked it up i said yup lets do this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Dc star, a pg legend

Social conditioning and

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born

Two reflections into one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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