This is a song about "Systems of respiration"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

People love hodgy i hate you though

Return of the king of flow

Of the book of your life

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Top of my pile of bodies

Ima let her be by herself in peace