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

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Take her on a long ride

In the face of the outside.

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents

Across the face of the earth

Now you got a masters

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete