This is a song about "After killing the system"

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Reason i need mental help / doing a killing spree is all i see / the system

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

To stand and oppose to those who fucking up the system,

I'm killing off,all the babies

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Morphine all up in the system

For the outlawz, here we come

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,