This is a song about "Law"

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

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

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

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Me im one of these anti law pigs

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

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

I break the law and have the court write me

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw