This is a song about "System"

So now she picks up the gun

They wanna change the system

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

Believe me i'm -trying to fight against the system

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'mma part of the system,

Flyer than the rest of them

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

Wise men have wisdom wise guys run your system

A couple years back ain't seen my vision