This is a song about "The economy"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

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

And i listen to common

The bigger the the fun

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,