This is a song about "Miranda rights"

But we all got the same rights don't we?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Man the difficulty i couldn't be faulty i had to win back my rights/

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Remember stand up for ur rights

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers