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

These joints here not found at the mall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

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

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation