This is a song about "Systems"

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

I'm talking about the rigged systems, we're lashing in rage,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Stay/ they released a monster in pain / and the systems to blame.