This is a song about "1962 indigenous voting rights"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

It'll cause the frivolous innocence of indigenous

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

But we all got the same rights don't we?

But make sure if they do see

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin