This is a song about "Julius caesar wants to tax us and make us walk to bethleham"

And stop saying they make us hurl

I don’t mean to rush you girl

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

You cant touch us you just want to be us an see us

Always here to please us

Hop off the bus

And ask to see his tax records, they'll make you bound to walk,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

But he just sat us down and told us to respect

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

They rip their vocal chords ends just to make us listen them

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then