This is a song about "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,

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Mine are illegal yours just tries to tie.

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

Illegal like a lethal needle stabbing rappers that act sick

His best friend reminded him that this was illegal,

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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