This is a song about "Bank robbery and cop"

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

When i put ten in the bank and they take eight?

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I make 100 millions without a robbery

A rebel and a cop, savior and a na-

They claim it as their own, africa