This is a song about "The respiratory system"

I know more about the corrupt system

Come get some, you little bum

We can't live here in the system

For the outlawz, here we come

No sympathy from the homebase across the solar system

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Into the star system

Bet i get like 8 of them

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

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

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

We gotta stand up and start attacking the system

Morphine all up in the system

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them