This is a song about "Law"

Hard to follow unwritten 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

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

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

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I break the law and have the court write me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money