This is a song about "Classification system"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I know more about the corrupt system

De la soul is from the soul

Just a new system of control.

Into the star system

I just wanna go to the slum

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Because if you do then fuck you, i appear to the system,