This is a song about "The frist amendment"

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

I don’t care where ya are

Down the street to the car,

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

New canvas she need a new stroke

As the king upon the throne

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes