This is a song about "The fifth amendment"

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

And id plead the fifth. . . but the stories are twist

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Ronald reagan sagging fourth amendment begging

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

The more battles the better the flows

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Love your screams ignite my fire, my requiem, the pleading fifth

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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