This is a song about "24 po po at my door"

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Hear the boy knocking at the games front door better let him in,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

My master plan opens a door unopened/

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

So the po-po never know

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Look at my gallery , those who i've challenge are all victims of battery, and forget

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door