This is a song about "Position submission admission delusion illusion"

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Like the credit crunch its just a cost illusion

Submission flow got em guillotined choked

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Listen witness beatin flinchin faggots up into submission

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

What up girl, tell me how you been

Position, fuck your permission

I vote for my own submission,

And they all mint condition

Blow up and being in a position

You just working with the scraps you was given

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I charge for admission,