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

Throw two hunid against the wall,

Make sure to give them my all

Where the ball meets the wall

Baby, let me give you a call

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Written in blood on the wall

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl