This is a song about "27 amendments"

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

My magazines got subscriptions to the afterlife/

Is to wrongfully accuse bullshit criminality to get the usa another fatality.

I'd rather hire a gerbil chorus watch and admire than listen to all these bitches i see,

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And i caress them sets/

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

On trial for possession of some chronic

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

But you could be 27 i'd still beat you easy.

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see