This is a song about "File systems"

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

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

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

Same flies file in hearts like they're aisles

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

How bout we blow this bit

Put you file for all your dumb shit

Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile