This is a song about "The sytem"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

The bigger the the fun

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Here's the answer and the antidote:

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Down the street to the car,

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh