This is a song about "Systems"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

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

#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

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Survival is endless i've learned from the game systems