This is a song about "Popular sovereignty limited government rule of law separation of powers checks and balances veto judicial review unconstitutional federalism supremacy clause"

Dreams of having my shit played back on popular stereo

I’m ill enough to kill cancer: baby, i’m chemo

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

How we're out of your reach, you soured this sweet, you're the powers that be

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

It calls for separation of the federal state and church,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Of corrupt government leaders and elite aristocracy,

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

I have limited amounts of time to fulfill my life's wishes

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth