This is a song about "Jim crow laws"

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

A dark place without light where there are no laws/

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

I'm having a frightening fit and being guided quick with the laws that im abiding with

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

So rebellious i'm making the laws of gravity grievous

Shots, they back and forth

And broke multiple laws

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens