This is a song about "Law"

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Chasing tale and how to keep you away from law,

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

I must say, you broke every law of speech up in that one.

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

I dint fuck around everyday i break the law

The open with nowhere to hide no jamie foxx law abiding citizen.

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come