This is a song about "The structure of the federal reserve"

Everything ain't what it seems

Thinkin of the the dreams

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

In the face of the outside.

Cause i’m back on my grind

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Suddenly i see a structure of some sort... blood and sweat drips...

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever