This is a song about "Syndicate"

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

And manage to establish a syndicate of business to live it lavish

Vancouver where i originate, me and the syndicate

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

President says it was imminent, i don't believe in the syndicate of the eye

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I'm intricate and infinite and rolling with no syndicate/

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Is he illiterate, literal syndicate

Every day was a saturday, shit