This is a song about "Register with the government"

Now you only selling bars, under the cash register. don't hate on me,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I'm dishin' out the murder that the government still deserves,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

What does government have deal with that

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

Whether hourly or salary, exploited by the government,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Drone strike on this site call me the government