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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

People around are doing their work

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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