This is a song about "Illegal"

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

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

Looking at the streets seeing everyone 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,

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

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets