This is a song about "Systems of respiration"

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

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

Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

It ain't where i been

Of instant elation

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Out of this coviction of feelings

It's moe, all i need is more chips