This is a song about "Systems"

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

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

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems

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

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change