This is a song about "Jim crow laws"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Cause i made use of the loopholes on them laws

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

So many protests and violations of the laws many were exiled

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Is it defying the laws of physics and science

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Im actually, pissed off at these laws if money shines bright we'd be the moth

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