This is a song about "Illegal"

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

Im illegal on these beats, a killer on these streets

In both uses of the word, live illegal luxury,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

What else can i do that's illegal

I got rich from a little struggle

But i realized that we're equal,we're peaceful,that smoke weed that's illegal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Illegal events compiled deep within my previous files

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Bring him home so you can watch as i take this machete and conduct illegal home surgery,