This is a song about "But when the cops come im gone"

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

To guess the shit im on, im gone

Will it really be that different when im gone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Hoes row got beans in them

I can hear the cops come

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Ill tell the cops straight up that im not clean

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

Go ahead son,you can try and kill me,but when im gone