This is a song about "Economic systems"

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies

I'm talking about the rigged systems, we're lashing in rage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach

To gain profit from their systems with forceful breach

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems