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

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Into the star system

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

I was born in the underground of the south side

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Id just try to think of more elaborate ways to beat the system,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Provided by the arms king of the east side

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

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

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

This is my point of view, the system i appeal too,

The myth of a system alienating its people

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil