This is a song about "Rights"

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Blights beset ya my rights met ya an you misread

But hey yo look, money from across the street

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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