This is a song about "Rights"

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

But we having sex tonight

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

All the time with this glock of mines

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

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

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