This is a song about "Real number system"

Just a new system of control.

De la soul is from the soul

If its not in my system

Shout out chicken getting chicken

The giant number who miss you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Calamity, is all up in our system,

I'mma part of the system,

I’m effervescent, just ask them

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Into the star system