This is a song about "Georgia economony after the civil war"

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Hear the thunderclap after

My records sell, yes sir

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But in the meantime it's lights please

But i defend the civil liberties