This is a song about "Mens rights"

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

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

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

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

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

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

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

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch