This is a song about "The argument of design"

I come up with new design for life every time my mind grinds

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

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

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Sky high, iced out paradise

Of the book of your life

If you got design skills at all, homie holler

I got something you've been waiting for

And im too fucking pussy its another flaw in my design

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

By design, and im on the incline

3 times, show me your peace sign