This is a song about "Oppression"

No oppression again we just cannot stall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

From the valley of oppression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Just to match the grind with precision

Gain experience the oppression of one

Enough oppression, leading to depression

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

O, the o is for the oppression that's been done to me.