This is a song about "Law"

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

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

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

A law suite arose to enclose my flows,

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

A law abiding citizen is that what you take me for

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

Wahlberg +shooter+, young flow fluid