This is a song about "The economy"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Hold on you can see my vision

The bigger the the fun

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

When nothing finds strong in such a weak economy,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money