This is a song about "Organisational capability"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!

Your flow is outta shape- it'll take more than bally's for fitness

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Electrifying performance, yeah, these bitches been jolted

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

And i'd rather die than be average but chances are i might

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

Hottest spitta from new orleans, the average system right