This is a song about "System"

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Just another system of control

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

If its not in my system

For the outlawz, here we come

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

They wanna change the system

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Wise men have wisdom wise guys run your system