This is a song about "Tort reform"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

My lyric projects through a rough process

I just play my part make moves like chess

And there's little to be glad for

We're seeing no improvement either/

This is a place for self improvement to become rap fluent/

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

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Don't distress your nerves but go head first and amend thirst

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

If they think i'm a make a fucking sequel to recovery, how lovely to think that,

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

You do the same process, eat sleep repeat.

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street