This is a song about "Civil rights leaders"

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

And raise my fist towards the leaders of the dominant populace

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Remember stand up for ur rights

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

For leaders and followers to uparm their vision

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I gun down all creatures, believers, preachers and leaders!

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth