This is a song about "Organisational capability"

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Ryot, your skill stats still remain the same.

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

But i still prove my skill is clear

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Know that your life doesn't have the possibility to be put on hold and

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Not electronic but control it

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

And control this shit yourself dog.

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

To make karma come faster than she normally will