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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

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

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

If it doesn’t work all i gotta do is wait for the word on street to internationally leak,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Where the ball meets the wall

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back