This is a song about "The food system"

No sympathy from the homebase across the solar system

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

Believe me i'm -trying to fight against the system

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Coding, eroding, the system, fingers pressed in

Morphine all up in the system

They say that karats help your vision

Worked hard so the fridge always had food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Into the star system

Car seats got screens in them