Read it and weep
Article seven, it's freedom of speech
Talk on the internet, you wouldn't say it to me on the street
Not even being discreet
Don't even try it
Don't even tweet and delete
You should be quiet 'cause nobody buying that shit, but I keep a receipt
And you can't take that back
That's the policy
No half-assed apology
So, don't lie to me
No more cap, just facts and honesty now
This economy
Just a lot of these billionaires who think this monopoly
Picking pockets like it's a robbery
Paying a politician to break democracy, mm
Oh, good Lord, this frightening
Try stealing my thunder, my lighting
Why's that so surprising?
Got 'em upset like Buster Tyson
It's a big boy bag, better back up, brought back up
But they not my hype men
They can hit shots on you
Three dots on you, like I'm not done typing