This is a song about "Ohm s law"

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

High heel wearer, hell of a body

I break the law and have the court write me

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit