This is a song about "Classification system"

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Got caught in the system

Miami nights, ain't another one

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

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

Car seats got screens in them

We can't live here in the system

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

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

Into the star system

Something wicked this way come

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I know more about the corrupt system