This is a song about "Common law"

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Keep those tables unstable/label common unable/

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Fuck a life, murder common sense,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I used my common sense

Wish i could shed all these tears

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law