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,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Don't want anything illegal, 'less it's a sure thing

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

His best friend reminded him that this was illegal,

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Notice everyone's faces as they here this nerd's skills emerge

All is evil deceitful embrace the illegal

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and