This is a song about "Wrong law"

Hassled by many law enforcement inquisitors

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

They dissecting, it wrong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Non cooperative with any law enforcement operative

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

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

In the wrong place at the wrong time

Shout out donny sublime

Physically i disrupt the law,

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Martial law yea boy i'm lovin it

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that