This is a song about "Union rights"

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My rights are protected, let's see who the fat puppet next is

Man the difficulty i couldn't be faulty i had to win back my rights/

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

Reevaluate your rights and think things over, are you free?

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,