This is a song about "Up vote"

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Vote on a rap and read the best come back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

He dreamed to get on his raps 10000 vote

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Man, no ones gonna vote when they hear that, i guess i gotta use em fat,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I vote for my own submission,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Its all political this vote between us all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

Say what you wanna but

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Best of luck, faggot. shit, i'll even vote for you.

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue