This is a song about "Federal charges"

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

Only time you seen a courtroom was pressin' charges

Say a grown man can separate lust from love