This is a song about "2nd amendment and rights to bear arms"

But that's not my cross to bear.

Park my plane right there

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

That amputate and draw blood to animate 2nd dimensions

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Scars up and down my arms

You haters put up your guards

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

That amputate and draw blood to animate 2nd dimensions

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Hold your arms cry and wallow