economics
Ill Bill Lyrics


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I love everything about money
You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes

Rust, I got to bust to my destination
I woke up late time from other transportations
Trains and busses – public adorations so better turn
But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns
And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
Another motherfucking source of frustration
4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour
Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower
Tell you to take out another person flips
They can't cope so they create their own economics
With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket
Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket
And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician
So many times I've seen people play stupid for money
And at the funeral it isn't funny
But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn
Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard
That's when I got that sadly look on my face
No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place
So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic
So I can end my fate check without a denim static
Got nothing to lose except my head
Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red
Autroprenorial skills coming all fly
And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die
It's all about getting the dollars and jewel specs
So give it up before I put your life in fast checks





Yeah I got money coming out my ass
Yeah I got money coming out my ass

Overall Meaning

In Ill Bill's song "Economics," he makes a statement about his love for money and all of the possibilities that come with it. He references the concept of being a millionaire and never having to pay taxes, highlighting the power that money has over the government and society as a whole. Through his vivid descriptions of his daily struggles, Ill Bill brings attention to the struggles of the working class, specifically focusing on low wages and the lack of opportunities for economic mobility.


In the first stanza, Ill Bill describes his daily commute through the city, using public transportation to get to his destination. He comments on the frustration caused by his low-paying job, which feels like a prison. He highlights the desperation of those who turn to crime in order to escape the cycle of poverty, as well as the corruption of politics and the power that comes with money. Despite his love for money, he also acknowledges the darker side of greed and the harm that it can cause.


Overall, "Economics" serves as a commentary on the exploitative nature of capitalism and the difficulties faced by those who are trapped in the system. Through his powerful lyrics, Ill Bill sheds light on the struggles of the working class and encourages listeners to question the status quo.


Line by Line Meaning

I love everything about money
I have a deep affection for money and all it represents


You can be a millionaire and never pay taxes
It is possible to accumulate wealth without contributing to the society that enabled your accumulation


Rust, I got to bust to my destination
I have to go quickly to my destination


I woke up late time from other transportations
I missed other means of transportation, so I have to hurry now


Trains and busses – public adorations so better turn
Although I like public transportation, I have to switch to a different mode of transportation now


But where I'm going to is a place where it really burns
My destination is a challenging place


And burns my brain, my job, my occupation
My work causes me intense stress


Another motherfucking source of frustration
My work is another source of annoyance


4, 25$ an hour, leaves my mouth sour
Earning such a low wage makes me feel resentful


Minimum wages like I'm caged in the prison tower
Being paid just the minimum wage feels like being trapped in a cell


Tell you to take out another person flips
People resort to crime because they can't handle financial difficulties


They can't cope so they create their own economics
Some resort to illegal means to get by financially


With an Uzi some ammunition and a flat jacket
They arm themselves to commit crimes


Stick up kids, wanna be fat like Buddy Hacket
Criminals aspire to be wealthy and famous like movie stars


And get props, ranks, thanks, power position
Criminals earn respect and power in their communities


A piece of paper with a picture of a dead politician
Money is printed with the image of deceased political leaders


So many times I've seen people play stupid for money
I have witnessed people acting foolish to earn money


And at the funeral it isn't funny
Their death is not a laughing matter


But nevertheless the world turns, it doesn't burn
Despite its problems, the world moves forward


Cause money make the world go round is what I always heard
Money is a crucial force for the world's economy, as I have always heard


That's when I got that sadly look on my face
This realization makes me feel mournful


No matter how fast I run, I always wind up in last place
I always seem to be at a disadvantage, no matter how hard I try


So I just like to would pick myself up an automatic
I would like to acquire an automatic weapon


So I can end my fate check without a denim static
So I can avoid being caught by the police during my robbery


Got nothing to lose except my head
I have nothing to lose, except for my life


Yo I'm in it to win it and imma spray the town blood red
I'm committed to succeeding in my criminal endeavors, even if that means causing violence


Autroprenorial skills coming all fly
I have entrepreneurial skills that are impressive


And economically it doesn't matter if somebody die
I don't care about the impact of my actions on society, as long as I profit


It's all about getting the dollars and jewel specs
The ultimate goal is acquiring wealth and material possessions


So give it up before I put your life in fast checks
Hand over your possessions life-threatening violence will follow


Yeah I got money coming out my ass
I have a tremendous amount of money


Yeah I got money coming out my ass
I have a tremendous amount of money




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