This is a song about "Illegal"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

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

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

His best friend reminded him that this was illegal,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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