This is a song about "Equal rights in 1920s"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Erection don't equal affection

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

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

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

And live in a world where everyones treated equal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal