This is a song about "System of a down"

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Just another system of control

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Shit, come down, its not that much of a suprise son!

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And live in a cage imprisoned by the system of minimum wage,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)