This is a song about "Imigration reform"

This is a place for self improvement to become rap fluent/

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Change flow like the seasons

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

That i have the potential to change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Little pressure to improve because clever was born great

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Hell maybe this will improve your ass and make your anus better

The man who wanted to change

Said her hearts, in a cage

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers