This is a song about "Must fix"

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

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

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Gotta fix that wack 'fore you get real trapped!

And i gotta get my fix

My team getting digits

Me and my microphone could be one

Maybe you shouldn't fix what may not be broken,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

For achieve our dreams we must

Where must i go, who must i know

And yall niggas the right flow

You should probably fix your face

It'll last for all these crazy days