This is a song about "Nsa spying spy phone call tracking internet privacy"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

All my privacy no more battling and conflicting

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fuck "created equal", hate the people, need "spy detection",

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Check out this new internet meme,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Cracking throat,scrambling papers,to capture the fame,tracking my veins,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Can't be yourself with nsa spying shit

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

...and start crying cuz i have no fucking privacy