This is a song about "Making laws"

While im in the making

Money ain't a thing

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Im actually, pissed off at these laws if money shines bright we'd be the moth

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Breakin’ laws daily impress all the dumb chicks

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Rawest practice and making

But he don't rule a thing

A ghetto in the making.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion