This is a song about "Bill of rights blank space"

Remember stand up for ur rights

All the time with this glock of mines

We're running out of space,

Haven't slept for days

Of the real intellectuals, brains not blank as my pages,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

My plots foreseen, you dorks'll fall between warps of time and space

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Decided to step in what a beautiful place so big yet full of space i see creatures