This is a song about "Structure"

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

To show some respect to poetic structure i wanted to make music that

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap