This is a song about "Body systems"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

Im throwin' shots to yo body

I'm going back to cali

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Shoot bullets right through ya body

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Your words engraved on my body

Then i come back to my mom's body

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And then i bounce like cars out in long beach

To gain profit from their systems with forceful breach