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

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep