This is a song about "Toxins in my system"

This is my point of view, the system i appeal too,

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

The prison system dissed 'em and assisted in black men's,

Someone's changed my system cuz i feel like i'm twisted

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

If its not in my system

We can't live here in the system

Carolina where i made it from

King of the va, off of those toxins.

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things