This is a song about "The frist amendment"

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Where the fuck the chorus

The bigger the the fun

Top ranked, number one my son

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

As the king upon the throne

Considering we've been denied of every fucking amendment!

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