This is a song about "Fighting the law"

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

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

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

No car key and i mean that

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Physically i disrupt the law,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And i'm still climbing

But im sick of the fighting