This is a song about "Imigration reform"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

In the correct positioning with a quickening

To always keep at it, improve, yeah, keep learning/

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Im grammatically correct your bars are tragically wrecked,

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

I running daily drills, to improve my crazy skills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I don't wanna improve my lines cause i fuckin suck

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

And i mean it so need to modify on that

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Doing things to improve the streets as a human being,