This is a song about "The frist amendment"

I'll say whatever i want, first amendment

If you feel it, it must be real just

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Lets get fucked up to the bone

As the king upon the throne

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides