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

The act thrills all of my senses

As often, i do this

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Bout saying go thinking bout what big wow relations ended no

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

You think this all some kind of act

But my labor has culminated,

Or let the mob handle that

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,

I said rap about illuminati - not talk shit with the lyricism of a kid and act cocky

Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just can't believei pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikaze

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,