This is a song about "Suits and ties"

Any ties, the government metaphorical knife will slash,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Two ties and a loss, this is my time to shine, confidence combined with fine wine.

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Of my mind as it ties thoughts of misery

I dont want to make it in a office like men in suits,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons