This is a song about "Illegal"

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

This rap is controversial and your shit pose illegal.

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

And press charges on illegal compresses of my rap game

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Highly illegal medicine resides in my blunt

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/

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Mine are illegal yours just tries to tie.