This is a song about "How to pass a law"

One time for the ville that cole rep

Now i pass it on to the next

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

I'll make a flow, take a toke and pass it on to the right

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm beginning to feel like i'm a level like know one can pass

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

I wanted to break his jaw i didn't give a fuck about the law

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Making a how to be successful researches,

I'm a pacifist looking to pass a fist and fuck with

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Head of the class moments need to pass

It's so, so, kind, how they pass me without gruntin'

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin