This is a song about "The 1929 great depression wall street america sadness dust bowl poor people no work"

Where the ball meets the wall

By the phone, no call

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I style on new york, pile up my fork

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

That the world's in great depression

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Cause girl i caught the vibes

And the sadness that u deprive