This is a song about "Fix"

I'm ill, chronic sickness, neither porridge nor lozenge fix this the knowledge

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Sometimes you can't fix shit by wishes on stars.

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

To fix what i did to you

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

This world is sick and these voices i can never fix.

That's the best part of that fix.

They bringing me fish and chips

So many problems with this game, yo we got to fix it,

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit