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

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

The king of the jungle

Just like an animal

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Makes no sense but my two cents are dispensed off the head with no structure

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents

For the man of the hour

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

I wanted a brother my mother i told her