This is a song about "The economy"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree