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

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Some people take the pain away with liquor or smoking dust,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Stay with me, girlfriend i'll change your life

And the sadness that u deprive

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole