This is a song about "Ratifying the constitution"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the