This is a song about "Law"

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

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

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

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

Hard to follow unwritten law

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

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

A military mind mean money

I break the law and have the court write me

I wanted to break his jaw i didn't give a fuck about the law

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