This is a song about "Mens rights"

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

The prison system dissed 'em and assisted in black men's,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread