This is a song about "Gangsters selling booze in th 1920"

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

This guy is acting like gangsters, in fact he is still acting like youngsters,

Your slippers not there, its time to quit your booze

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Gangsters robbin', shooting back, mama's sobbing pedals,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Dreaming in 5 years ill be selling out venues

Pass the blunt and pass the booze

My time with their half-witted reviews

Weed smoke, booze and violence

I shed so many tears