This is a song about "Making laws"

I rather give you my last to see you live again

They don't vote, then i change the tax laws, like "fuck it then",

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

Breakin’ laws daily impress all the dumb chicks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

All these laws your too pussy to break

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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

Whores, cocaine laws and sirens

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

The mess you've been making.

In my drawsring, ring, ring

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry