This is a song about "How a law is made"

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

My mind fires words like a mac 10 how is this feasible

But now all i scream is how he is such a lady

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Saying how life is circle, stuck in a roundabout

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Made me think i wanna end it quick because this is how it was

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?