This is a song about "The economy"

When when the economy of america breaks

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

So now she picks up the gun

The bigger the the fun

And the economy reduced my quality

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker