This is a song about "The fourth amendment"

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,

Top ranked, number one my son

The bigger the the fun

Alcohol and booty calls

But as time goes back and fourth,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Like the 1st amendment, then they send the rico act,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Considering we've been denied of every fucking amendment!

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for