This is a song about "Programming"

Spittin the vocal emission, with a musical transmission

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Cable tv, electric methadone

And don't you bring your camera phone

I'm about to shock you like wet cable wires

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

All because the immaturity of their selfish schemes

Clouded thought my rhymes schemes

Ass shots in her seven jeans

We can rearrange, be more selective, instead of television,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done