This is a song about "The 1929 great depression wall street america"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

'cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I punch a hole in the wall

Now we must stand tall

We got a little crazy we was bouncing off the wall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

The wall being the victim

When it's all said and done

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

When when the economy of america breaks

But these wall street bankers use this to pad their wallets,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since