This is a song about "Cop"

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

Killed a cop and didn't get caught

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

And still a nigga made it here

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

I love the way you walk

Than an a corrupt cop

I'm not goin down unless there's a dead cop

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

You know i am not gon stop

Gettin caught by the cop

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

I ain't signing, to get a job, ain't sizing, up to a cop,