This is a song about "The legislative branch"

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Bitch, you a stick, am big like a branch.

I'm the nigga with the juice

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Got the passion for the music

Then play you all my latest shit

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Which created 3 branches of our government, executive, legislative,

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this