This is a song about "Hiding from the law"

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

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

Fuck the cops,when i breaking the law i having fun

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Physically i disrupt the law,

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

See you could sue, but oooh the law won't protect ya

Used to call me the african don dada

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

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

X came through, caught lighter fluid

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space