This is a song about "Illegal alines"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Don't want anything illegal, 'less it's a sure thing

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

This type of livin, should be illegal

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Because i am not equal, but medieval. illegal lethal weapons leave infections

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Been cold hearted in cruel in god's book is illegal.

The world is so typical

What else can i do that's illegal