This is a song about "Bill of right"

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I'm ill, sick of lil penis fappers takin notes from kill bill

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Can't be called a god cause of shit i write, right?

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Shit, that makes me bit of a hypocrite right?

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

On the right side of jesus,

Lady at the frank stand will

Heh, now don't go all kill bill