This is a song about "International system of units"

As he lecures from whoever to the basic units of measure/

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

See with a district columbia vision

I know more about the corrupt system

And get sick of system shit, pissed is when i'm writing new songs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Its depressing, this kingdom is prison, of this system we victim

With the scepticism giving em wisdom of this system in a rhythm..

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

If its not in my system

Just a place that they can come

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

To my makers international

With a honey in the middle