This is a song about "National labor relations act of 1935"

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Cuz i wanna keep the heck off the cover of the national news week,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

Made out of a goo snake that's a fact where's you're last act

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Go against mr. platinum, it must be the act of masochist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor