This is a song about "Biol of rights"

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Remember to fight for your rights, no backing down

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Just know that we will fight for rights when battling them all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

But we all got the same rights don't we?

A military mind mean money

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights