This is a song about "My disability rights"

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread

Remember stand up for ur rights

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

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

Don't mess with the big boys, you nothing less than pig toys

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

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