This is a song about "File systems"

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Put you file for all your dumb shit

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Of crappy nasty shit from a truck fit file

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being