This is a song about "Tort reform"

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

In there she stares ya down for her next fix

False recovery, i can't be

My lady, my baby

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

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

To fix what i did to you

I call em up, they might fall through

And i'm just struggling to adjust

Im happier when high and drunk

Re-directed de-ci-sions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips