This is a song about "Structure of formal organizations"

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Of being of always getting wired

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I couldn't follow along because your structure made no sense.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Out of this coviction of feelings

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Always knew where the pot was

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,