This is a song about "Federal charges"

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Couple rape charges people think you're a monster

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

But you gotta understand i been broken and this my purge,

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms