This is a song about "Maranda rights police robbin"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Got the police bustin' at me/

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Robbin' emcees blind of skill, now he's poppin' shit off,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

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

I should have been named joyce, so we can rejoice in my choice,

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

Parallel on the other side