This is a song about "Black rights"

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

Man the difficulty i couldn't be faulty i had to win back my rights/

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

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

But five years from now i bet she see

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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