This is a song about "Illegal"

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

What else can i do that's illegal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

This rap is controversial and your shit pose illegal.

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Reading all this shit, yeah thats something i urge

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Cause this album pack enough evil

This type of livin, should be illegal