This is a song about "Woman s rights"

Switch the scheme up and talk about real rights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

It´s the battle of life

What we gotta do to survive

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

Disabled woman mugged on the arbour,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

You caught in the web of that woman