[Verse One] I'm always super cautious when they talk The nuances of politicians throw me off Then they dilute it and feed it to you in the news So it be stepped on and skewed by the time it get to you homie We talking business in America Where lobbyists control the beat and tempo of the opera The fat lady can't afford the right care And brown girl taught she got a buy the right hair Citizens aware and like a three legged chair they broke So the N.S.A. is fine, who cares? Drones in the desert Drones in your yard Schools need teachers not security guards Schools need books not no windows with bars A credit card will knock you over that's why they call it a charge And while you push the rock forward they might give you charge Spend a billion on a stadium and you got charged [Hook] {x4} Son of a gun [Verse Two] I'm William Foster in a short sleeve And a pistol grip shottie I don't trust the makers of the gun law shawty Ain't nobody said they coming in my front door Trying to take away the rifles out my floor board I rather they concentrate on issues 'bout us Instead they spend a million trying to pacify us Tell us that the fabric of an institution full of flaws Should be sacred To a man and a women and I pause I done been divorced and on top of being me The issue was with marriage to a woman really means Fire off another round, party in the sun Medusa in my chest turning stones out my lungs And like my uncle used to say In Shala hope I die with a smile on my face Son of a gun without an extra magazine I got violence in my genes, pistol in my jeans Son of a gun [Hook]