This is a song about "Miranda rights"

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

I will be by your side

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Reevaluate your rights and think things over, are you free?

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

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Remember to fight for your rights, no backing down

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights