This is a song about "Rights"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

Civil rights are like wolverine's claws, eventually they get retracted

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,