This is a song about "Corporations"

Corporations try to brainwash half the land,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Spreading hate across the nation, head of all the corporations,

People only sell out 'cuz they make for corporations off it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

But these corporations aren't taking me hostage again,

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

The corporations are cold, but then it's awesome indoors,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

The corporations would never be in this place