This is a song about "The bill of rights"

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

Leave it to the greats, this comeback elevates me to the level of bill gates/

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

But we all got the same rights don't we?

Bitch, they call it motor city

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

Droppin jackets on the stripper and every single is fifty

Of compassion and on all the rights been wronged no respect or humility

Remember stand up for ur rights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites