This is a song about "Law"

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Me im one of these anti law pigs

So here i am at the store for some chips

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

Cause in the long haul you'll remember these lyrical pictures i draw

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Physically i disrupt the law,

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