This is a song about "Law"

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

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

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

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

That's motivation, my people living wicked

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

The open with nowhere to hide no jamie foxx law abiding citizen.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

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