This is a song about "Direct democracy"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Perfect ass that i'd love to direct, inject my erect dick into/

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

I don't know what you heard about

Creating more of an anarchy than a democracy i was hoping my rap would make shit happen for good,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoodsseen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Not all rappers are good cause your the direct evidence.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

Do not test my democracy or my speciality

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

So i infect my brain with direct insane pain, beating you till there's no remains

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted