This is a song about "Majority"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

To the majority masses blinded by the presidents,

Around a majority of you morsels

Here i go again, searching for love

My seniority, gives me authority, over the majority of you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Majority of people are minority and i hate it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Majority gotta live modestly

History showing me the majority will hate me without even knowing me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Around a majority of you morsels