This is a song about "The sytem"

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

The bigger the the fun

When something is broken

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

As the king upon the throne

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams