This is a song about "Syndicate"

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Vancouver where i originate, me and the syndicate

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

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

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Is he illiterate, literal syndicate