This is a song about "System 32"

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Better than your bitch would

You know? real flick" nasty 32 look.

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Cause im ripping though your stereo system

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

For the outlawz, here we come

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Making mr. blue sky look like wayfarer five fifteen^32

32. demons are preventing me,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Purify that woman soul

Just a new system of control.