This is a song about "Cop out"

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Imma cop me a rocket

I put that nigga in his casket

Can't even cop it, two cops hit

Why cop a rolls royce if you have no chest vessel

See these lights got me on another level