This is a song about "Our rights"

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Remember to fight for your rights, no backing down

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need