This is a song about "The law of matter"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

But hold the beat, he ain't speaking for everyone

Fuck the cops,when i breaking the law i having fun

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

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

Met the babies, giving them rules of gun law

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste

Poke out from behind her

Now you ask whats the matter?