This is a song about "The constitution"

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hey, you right there

The trigger or the chair

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!