This is a song about "Syndicate"

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Is he illiterate, literal syndicate

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Vancouver where i originate, me and the syndicate

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die