This is a song about "11 body systems"

Spit flame your body is doused in that propane

They calling me the hottest in the game

Stay/ they released a monster in pain / and the systems to blame.

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Never really been into the ice

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

You cant stand up im on top of ya body

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

My mind wonders, and my body drags in tow,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow