This is a song about "Amendment rummage seizure verdict deter leisure"

I vent rhymes which deter your damn spews so footling for i aggravate the matter

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Make em blink like having an epileptic seizure

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Reading books on female anatomy for leisure

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'll say whatever i want, first amendment

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure