This is a song about "The fourth amendma"

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Big homie hov said i am close

The more battles the better the flows

The bigger the the fun

I am not the only one

Now answer my questions im about to spit fourth, remember show no remorse now begin,

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

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Eyes poked out the the raven

Carolina where i made it from