This is a song about "Gun law"

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

Plain ignored, gave your cost as a raise to all, hay was made, face and jaw

I went to get the gun

We have nothing in common

Escaping from my fucken gun

And i am one of one

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

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

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

You don't mean that, you faggot

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Me im one of these anti law pigs

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

A law abiding citizen is that what you take me for