This is a song about "Back side of the muscular system"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The myth of a system alienating its people

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

You're bad fashion, i'm crashin' into the side and back of a

Into the star system

Most of them niggas dumb

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

I was born in the underground of the south side

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

The right side of my brain be

High heel wearer, hell of a body