This is a song about "Third world debt"

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I lost track, debt i haven't paid

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I'm on that first place status, never second or below third

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Third eye blind, does anybody give a fuck

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

The vertex and the third eye

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,

Third world, else hell bomb ya, why cant

You’re on neon lights in my bank