This is a song about "The fourth amendma"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Got smite, 'here lies, on the fourth of july', they recite as you cried tears,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I bring the heat like the

She acting all extra

But as time goes back and fourth,

And of course, my car's off course

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth