This is a song about "The law of matter"

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Principal of the matter is ya aint got what it takes

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Why is it every time that i syke you have to ring the law

But still hungry you remain until you crush another jaw,

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Trail of blood splatter, brain matter leading to the scene of the crime,

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But the fact of the matter is, were a country in need of saving