This is a song about "The structure of the federal reserve"

Shout out them strippers who hustle

The king of the jungle

In the face of the outside.

And you, you know what i like

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

I keep my money neat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I thought i recognized her

But he's small and got a structure

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Shout out to sha money, signed me in a hurry