This is a song about "Vote for union nationale"

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

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

If u ain't gunna vote for me you probably ride the short buss to school

Dont your already know mother fuckers ive been a fool,

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

And if they vote for you in this fuckin' battle you can have it

To take their thumbs out their asses & vote u up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

You got apps to vote for those raps

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

We vote but each one is rigged im talking about the elections

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

We should all join as one as a union

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them