This is a song about "The fourth amendma"

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Leave you stiff by the fourth round,high as fuck asking for more loud,

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand

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

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag