This is a song about "Bailey"

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

I must say, you broke every law of speech up in that one.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

With such precision you'll feel the steel like its a circumcision

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Keep messing hit you with that steel

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes