This is a song about "Rights"

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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

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

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Man the difficulty i couldn't be faulty i had to win back my rights/

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Reevaluate your rights and think things over, are you free?

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights