This is a song about "Gun rights"

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Miami nights, ain't another one

Just give me a carrot gun

And i know - there'll never be peace

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

With such an ugly picture in it and

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

You talkin bout toting that gun

Remember stand up for ur rights

Been spending most our lives