This is a song about "The nervous system"

But i word it so perfect the competition gets nervous

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Hawk and spit it, y'all wonder why blocks knock the system,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

He been waiting for his connection to come

I know more about the corrupt system

In the first days, shy and nervous

A lovely outer surface

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Cast your eyes upon the floor like a pervert when he's nervous

I'm a son of a gun

Morphine all up in the system