This is a song about "Systems of respiration"

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

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

Niggas talk with limited service

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Out of this coviction of feelings

To gain profit from their systems with forceful breach

Ay yo your girl around me? that's like sand to a beach