This is a song about "The colonist protesting to the british about the stamp act"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Been over seas more times than the british when

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

But even you had the chance to act like you got active

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I can't change the way i act

I can feel your heart beating fast

In the act, when i extract,

Just lay back, get your face slapped