This is a song about "The stamp act"

Babe you know it gets no better than this

The act thrills all of my senses

So don't act hard cause your the type id approach,

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Your the type to act like a rapper,

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

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

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

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Act obscene pass the green all these cats passive gees,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

The reaper, the act i should leader,