This is a song about "Law"

You don't mean that, you faggot

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

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

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

See you could sue, but oooh the law won't protect ya

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

I break the law and have the court write me

Malia family, we the family

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

Hard to follow unwritten law