This is a song about "Land rights"

Remember stand up for ur rights

When i get my hands on nines

Going to the southern land

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Let's land in the land where the famous stay

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

These mindless spineless politicians brainwash half the land,

Show me that it's alright

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,