This is a song about "Claim"

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

It was either claim alliance or remain defiant

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Found a new habitable, applicable name with an unmatchable claim

Aware plus political, 'cause though they claim that every man created equal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

You claim you the next eminem, bitch you just skittles

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Before you claim it as your own, erroneously

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

That's where we claim the crown and say we kings

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets