This is a song about "Equal"

Tethered together two people there still not classed as my equal,

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

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

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

Your bars aint equal to what #mine #is

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

There's never peace in you, cause me and you are equal

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Suicidal tendencies because he ain't equal

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

So come and follow me below, where demons know me as equal

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle