This is a song about "Syndicate"

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Is he illiterate, literal syndicate

Every day was a saturday, shit

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Vancouver where i originate, me and the syndicate

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

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