This is a song about "The stamp act"

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

In the act, when i extract,

Y'all motherfuckers act like you the southern soda, #big #shots,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

A concurrent act; her eyes would flutter, her dignity down the gutter

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

You act like you bring the audience astonishment.

Act obscene pass the green all these cats passive gees,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Thought after the peace we could all just act in defeat,