This is a song about "The matrix"

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

My matrix was just a check list

If you feel it, it must be real just

As the king upon the throne

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I'm more unreal than if this was the matrix/