This is a song about "Voting rights"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

My eyes chinese, got me looking at rights through a slit

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

But they just ran away,when they heard siren noise

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

When i get my hands on nines

Remember stand up for ur rights