This is a song about "Structure of formal organizations"

See, i like the person that you are

But he's small and got a structure

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Wrapped up in degrees of these secret organizations,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

That scary love, never get married love

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

That plague the families, lack of structure, it's a dumping ground,

Gotta go, let her leave

Top of my pile of bodies

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free