This is a song about "Common law"

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

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

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

Blossoms in my radius, common

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

You're smart but lack any common sense.

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors