This is a song about "Woman rights"

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

Not likely like stay long please

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Remember to always treat a woman right

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I stand up for my rights and march, oh these people judge,

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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