Jay-Z taught me how to sell drugs
Mommy's money coulda shushed a judge
Shit...I should still be in that occupation
Entertainment, this shits a dud

Mom had a six million dollar boat
( You mean a yacht? ) don't be pretensions bitch, it floats
But she gave it away ( what the hell? )
Tax write off, and that motherfucker wouldn't sell

They raise 70 million at functions
While these kid need peanuts never mind luncheons
They ain't run the starving adds since the nineties
We'd rather protect against environment consumption

So we go and click like on that Kony shit
Unlike it once the news said it's phony shit
Anonymous help the anonymous, I'm onto it
We tell each other that we're helping we may be erroneous

But fuck a damn guilt trip
That just generates more pain to be dealt with
Waitin for that Reaganomic shit to trickle down
But I don't think a single drop spilt yet

Whats a young rich white man to do?
Please just take this mutherfucking money that I'm handing you
So we can still ignore the God damn problems
And keep it all the same and never solve them

So keep your bitches hips revolving
I'll keep my equity liquid as if it's solvent
You over spend, your money's stagnate, why you bragging?
'Cause I know your plots for profit ain't evolving

For the kings, every thing is still perfect
Capitalism is still working
But while Miley Cyrus spills champagne
Starving kids in Africa are still hurting

Hurt. Hurting,
Hurt. Hurting, but what are we to do, right?
What are we to do
To make peace we start a new fight
What are we to do
Reallocate and cause a new plight
What are we to do
Damn, I don't know how to do right

Just be happy and be true right?