This is a song about "The stamp act"

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I can't change the way i act

Hitchhike on the side of yje road amd and act real hospitable

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

I'd rather act the part

They don't hear the bark

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

And even more alarming is the fact

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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