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

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

Of compassion and on all the rights been wronged no respect or humility

We're running out of space,

See money talk and these days

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

You're a waste of time, a waste of space,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like

Now move back over here to the right

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Read in between those blank sheets of paper, then you’ll see,

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Absurd waste of earth space, takin' up all the commercial play