This is a song about "The department of tresury"

The flooding of the nothing

Acting like you real or something

In the face of the outside.

And you're approaching me right

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

To the voice of the oblivion,

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

These haters hope i hurry up and die

To the rigors of the industry

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

I’ll never use a rubber

The replacement of the word "mother"

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

To make karma come faster than she normally will