This is a song about "American rights"

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

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

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Guest spot on american bandstand

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs