This is a song about "Equal"

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Hopefully the people choose when we're equal.

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

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

Have fun with your pretty petty know no equal

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

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

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

It equal your body but not looking peaceful

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

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

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

But everything has an equal and opposite reaction

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Your bars aint equal to what #mine #is

Oh its over whole time she knows this