This is a song about "Pulmonary system"

Just to match the grind with precision

I'mma part of the system,

Hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Calamity, is all up in our system,

But it was africa the continent we all came from

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Ive lost to this system, and i'm addicted

Cutting up the skin and there pulmonary veins and ill tape it

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

And it rules everything around them

Cause im ripping though your stereo system