This is a song about "Law"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

You don't mean that, you faggot

After party crib full of broads all naked

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

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

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