This is a song about "Fourth amendment"

I'll say whatever i want, first amendment

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

The fact that niggas abuse the 1st amendment

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Now i'm on level fourth and still leveling up