This is a song about "Rebels"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

These rebels are my brothers

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

You in a jungle with a lot of rebels

And i never handled rock like palestine rebels with pebbles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Where would i be without my dogs

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

America the peace is past, let the rebels lead the way

The fence they was on about my rap skills

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

Intoxicated rebels came in to fuck your chick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic