This is a song about "Jim crow laws the new south georgia s economy and georgia post reconstruction"

They say i need some guidance

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And the economy reduced my quality

Black fours red drop head doors

And broke multiple laws

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

These situations ain’t too shocking given the economy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,