This is a song about "Cop out"

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Run and hide and look for a cop

Gettin caught by the cop

Only real niggas stay on top

Walk out the door, see some custies, ma wanna cop some blow, ma is busty

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

While we on that racist cop shit, riches for corporations off it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.