Efemjay - Fiat-Like Buyers [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Times is hard, word is bond, that's my thesis
I'd even sell out Mises for twenty-nine silver pieces
They call me Jesus for the way I walk on water rhymin'
But I'm sick of being broke like your daughter's hymen
I'm out to get that Robert Kiyosaki dough
Enough to pay J-Lo to do a private home Bukake show
I've had it up to here with you dunderheads
I want a fly boat like the Wonder Pets
I made a grip on some smart stock sales
But blew it all on DVDs of Cum Fart Cocktails
I know you're doing well cause your girl's got a fat shitter
I hit it from the back, her face was in the cat litter
I ain't trying to covet my neighbor's ass
But time is running out, I'm living each day like it's my last
Since the world is facing imminent death
Let's forget about our debts and go blow our stimulus checks

[Hook 1]
And party like we just don't care
Throw our FRNs in the air
All the dudes act a fool, all the girls get skanky
Let's, spend that money like Ben Bernanke
Let's, spend that money like we got a printing press
Let's, spend that money like we're trying to impress
Yes, spend that money like we got a printing press
2 o'clock, last call, but we ain't finished yet, ho!

[Verse 2]
I rock-well like Llewellyn
Back but I've been out for a long time like Ellen
Gellin like a felon getting raped with ample lube
Face it dude, my rhymes are on a whole other amplitude
There's no doubt that I spit flames
But fuck that, I wanna be rich like Rick James
Your wifey wants another kid just to get the tax credit
She's into anal though so both of her cracks get it
Maybe I got low sperm count
Or maybe I'm fed up with life, totally burned out
People haven't seen me saying, J, have you lost weight?
A couple ounces when your girl milked my prostate
In humanity, I have lost faith
These debts are crushing me, crippling like a crossface
I'm feeling suicidal, just want to end it all
But fuck it y'all, instead I think I'm just gonna go the mall

[Hook 2]
And party like I just don't care
And throw my FRNs in the air
As I go deeper in debt, all the banksters thank me
When I, spend my money like Ben Bernanke
When I, spend my money like I got a printing press
When I, spend my money I ain't trying to invest
When I, spend my money like I got a printing press
9 o'clock, store's closed, but I ain't finished yet, ho!

[Verse 3]
I used to clock major dough
But this recession really fucked up my paper flow
The Federal Reserve System made it so
They print the money then they give it to their favorites, yo
You can't make new wealth via money creation
Mo money, mo problems, and it's called inflation
Artificial interest rates redistribute wealth
It's reverse socialism and a tax that's stealth
But we're, all surprised when the price level doubles
The Federal Reserve caused the Internet bubble
The Federal Reserve caused the housing-market bubble
We can blame the Fed for nearly all our motherfucking troubles
But, still we steady going deeper in debt
Buying shit we don't need from people we ain't met
Getting caught in a net's all part of their plan
We getting fucked in the ass with our heads in the sand

[Hook 1]