This is a song about "Keswick convention"

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

I see them at parties

That'll do anything that i please

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

We jus have to put the constitution on freeze

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Kids on there's nothing there while my major organs play like instruments

Love carrots and don't be gay,if carrots joined the constitution bugs bunny never will say nay

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today