This is a song about "Pulmonary system"

Two reflections into one

Morphine all up in the system

Riding around with ms. reece and them

I know more about the corrupt system

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Because if you do then fuck you, i appear to the system,

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

I need to free them

If its not in my system

This shit has got my soul

Just a new system of control.

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

The justice system? well the cops featherweight it,