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

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

People around are doing their work

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

Come and get your scholarship, i'm taking kids to school

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole