This is a song about "The law"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

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

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

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

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

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

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

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

See you could sue, but oooh the law won't protect ya

I'm the last one u wanna clash with/i'll punch your little faggot jaw

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