This is a song about "The 1929 great depression wall street america"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Decides everything, the wall street banks, no they're loving it,

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Goin off the wall like vans-

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And plus he's just a wall street banker puppet with clever shit,

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Bitch, i was born to ball

Where the ball meets the wall

I boast a wall of these great lines backed in the beat, it's tight,

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight