This is a song about "The sytem"

Whip, plane, motions own

As the king upon the throne

Baby, you know who you are

Down the street to the car,

And these shape-shifting hoes

The more battles the better the flows

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

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

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream