This is a song about "Making laws"

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

Only concern was the home that was close to him

I'm doing the same thing

While im in the making

Cause man gave us laws and god gave us time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

So much depth of crime, i'm an empty mind. set described to violate laws

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Then my mother in laws voice rang out in disbelief.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Breakin’ laws daily impress all the dumb chicks

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

The mess you've been making.

Why not me the same thing