This is a song about "Wall street"

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Watch as our courage clashes evil against the wall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

And golden mall with a golden wall

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Baby, let me give you a call

Where the ball meets the wall

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,

I don’t do nothing but ball

And plus he's just a wall street banker puppet with clever shit,

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

G.o.n.z. running down the street