This is a song about "Metric"

To get them niggas while they laid back

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Constant complex content

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Came into this world, quickly adjusted

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The doctors at the hospital did an analysis

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

In a constant state of awful hate to compensate

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I make people wave the white flag so they can surrender

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her