This is a song about "The law of matter"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

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

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

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

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

I dint fuck around everyday i break the law

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