This is a song about "Banking robbers and killing cops"

Told you camp lo was my favorite

Made a living and a killing off it

Made a living and a killing off it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

And the cops will need an explanation

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Possessed, i kill everyone, and started killing myself

Killing every sentence, and im slaying every syllable

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

And mine somewhere bout mars

Toke lots and hope cops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And the significance of cops

And killing is a crazy person's symptom

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them