This is a song about "Union rights"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

None of your own will pick up the phone cuz this human is a new fusion god and man perfect union

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

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

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

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

Remember stand up for ur rights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,