This is a song about "Illegal"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

My papa came over threatening to sue him for illegal gunfire

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

You see my lifestyle’s been nothing but lifestyles

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick