This is a song about "The economy"

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Intervals polluting the economy/

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga