This is a song about "The constitution"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

I bring the heat like the

A criminal grind nigga

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Article 2 gave the president all his powers, to defend the constitution.

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

Constitution, they hurt after losing