With all the puts on the wickTo make a wagie out of youBecause they short with a 10xAnd keep an eye on you, bullSo they can watch all the things you doBecause the longs never workThey're gonna give you a trap'Cause they got methods of keeping you poorThey're gonna fuck up your coinsYour aspirations to shredsAnother cog in the wagie machineThey said, "All Bobros scare the livin' shit out of me"They could care less as long as someone'll bleedSo close your longs, or strike a violent shortMaybe they'll leave you alone, but not me