When bill collectors raid your phone and house,loved ones rant and rave,and you're constantly flashing more lent than financial assets,you'd ask this universal question. Sometimes,desparate measures call you faster than a job itself.

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This song is,by no means,a laughing matter. Those who've been beyond broker than dirt-ass broke(Broke Phi Broke Fraternity and Sorority) should be able to relate to this epic. Warning:all so-called "big timers" who are flaunting your riches without extending help to the less fortunate need not apply,you PUNK bi***ES!!!!!This hook(much less,the song) was inspired by a conversation between Derm DZL and his mother,which became a jackpot for Enigma Sept and Freq.

Dermo-"My verse was an angry display of the sh*** I had to face. This track itself was inspired by a conversation i had with my momma, in regards to a job. She was giving me the rundown on the job deskription and how to conduct myself in an interview,which is fine and dandy. I already knew all of that. And so,ever the impatient one,I just got to the meat of the question:tell me something I don't know. Like,what that money look like? Being laid off from my job,hearing stressful bullshit from loved ones,and having bills surpass the Empire State Building was beyond something I could handle. Not to mention,tempting and drastic thoughts of hitting the streets and switch roles from hard-worker to blockburner were running through my mind. All in all,2007 was a f***ed up year for most,if not all,of us out there."