This is a song about "Tort reform"

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

If i got time to fix this then you got time too

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

I pull my six, so i dont have to pay for my fix,

Many imitate, few innovate, so its me who must be immolate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

But you know me , all i do is get my fix

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

I carry more wisdom, then their are stars in each solar system.

As i light one for ill will

Go home write something suspenseful

You do realize that your make up will not fix your stupidity.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free