This is a song about "Oppose"

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

I'm boastful, you can't oppose it,

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Here they keep a rachet close

Those who oppose my flows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Delusional i capture foes that oppose

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

To stand and oppose to those who fucking up the system,

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

To stand and oppose to those who fucking up the system,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose