This is a song about "Illegal"

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

His best friend reminded him that this was illegal,

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 this album pack enough evil

This type of livin, should be illegal

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal

Lady at the frank stand will

What else can i do that's illegal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

But i realized that we're equal,we're peaceful,that smoke weed that's illegal