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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The reaper, the act i should leader,

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

You act like you bring the audience astonishment.

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

And i can write a hook fast

I can't change the way i act

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Stamp no lick her,,tipsy off the liquor,

Just remember i'm the bogeyman about to appear

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

To me about the house the kids the future

I'd rather act the part

No wonder why when times get hard