This is a song about "Voting rights indict poll tax"

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

State this here, you're facing a tax

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Rights, well that aint right, wanna fight

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

Mad some mistakes by voting u

Niggas that guided me through

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Always stressed about something whether it be the tax rate

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him