This is a song about "Labor systems"

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

But my labor has culminated,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies