This is a song about "Last but not least checks and balances they separate the powers congress can maby pass laws but president can veto supreme court judges have life terms but can be empeached"

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

But the hard part is that i can not quit

Yea i know i can't rap, but at least i don't act like i can.

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Paralyzing them but not from the pain so they can face it

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I've been tired but you can tell my life still's sick contagious,

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

But the note in his hand can not be ignored

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

They try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

So they can further their own interests, but i'm speaking the truth

But can they keep up with the paste of others

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth