This is a song about "Rcs services"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

When i say unknown, it's not some secret facility. no. it's your ministry,

Just a new system of control.

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

You'll be pressured as the seconds tick, so surrender your benefits

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Maybe i'll start slingin weed to support my dream

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

//instrumental works well with the flow- wish there was more of a 'clap' in the beat

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,