This is a song about "Illegal"

We don't believe you, you need more people

This type of livin, should be illegal

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Mine are illegal yours just tries to tie.

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,

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Foetal abortions illegal extortions lethal explosions everyday i'm dying of exhaustion/

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Been cold hearted in cruel in god's book is illegal.

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal