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

What up girl, tell me how you been

That the world's in great depression

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

We're young and we don't give a fuck

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all