Gross Domestic Product.
He was looking at a paper as he said it.
Then he looked up and
Right damn through us
We could tell this was some serious shit.
You must spread this gospel.
From the highest to those on low.
There’s a gross domestic product and
Man that stuff must flow.
It’s a river full of My Shit.
And I won’t it give up for you.
It’s heartless, fartless, and got no smarts yes.
It’ll freeze you in its shadow dew.
You chip away at the edge there.
And yeah, make a water fall.
We’ll get the gross in domestic product.
‘N spread it all over y’all.
Thank you, friend.