This is a song about "Caste system"

I don't care what it did to them

If its not in my system

I'mma part of the system,

I just wanna go to the slum

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just a new system of control.

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Choices, just noises i'd best surmise fully, staying in this caste won't suffice for me

When i don't have that shit up in my system

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,