This is a song about "Bb laws"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Free, and if they break my laws then i'll have to break their jaws

And broke multiple laws

Please hold your applause

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Royals foil the choices of pawns, im annoyed with their laws- the ghetto's a prison

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

So i guess that's where i hide my things

So much depth of crime, i'm an empty mind. set described to violate laws

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled