This is a song about "Making laws"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Breakin’ laws daily impress all the dumb chicks

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So rebellious i'm making the laws of gravity grievous

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

I’m a star in the making

Bun b, i’m underground king

And broke multiple laws

Intendent attend them, cool cause

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens