This is a song about "International system of units"

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

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

Morphine all up in the system

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

International heard applaud to local suburban tour,

They wanna change the system

Two reflections into one

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Race is international my father isn't actual

Mixed with diluted cider brewed with, tools from al-qaeda units

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips