This is a song about "Structure of formal organizations"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

These shows be packing tight

Out of mind out of sight

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Put your suit and tie on cuz shit's about to get formal

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Then put it into sex drive

Of the book of your life

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So much for a fucking structure, killed him in a grill mother fucker