This is a song about "Federal"

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

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

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

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

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/

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

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

Enslavement until payment handed over by federal agents