This is a song about "File systems"

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

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

That's my style/ compile a file that launch me up a mile/

My hungry lines will kill ya my style, so file my lines,, as i got tupac in my ten signs,

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Stay/ they released a monster in pain / and the systems to blame.

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons