This is a song about "Probate"

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

It don't matter how many random letters you put in ya name,

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

We'll write these letters to them, "all this angst, we owe it to you",

But i got problems baby yeah if you only knew

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Cause right now i need a stimulator

Will i attack? or will i decay?

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Shit, that makes me bit of a hypocrite right?

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Reason that gentle men grew to ordinary citizens