This is a song about "Copping plea"

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Jay stop playing with me, i drop bombs i don't plea, i got a mind to be,

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Poppin' shit off, get to bloggin' and to copping it or,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I plea. i plea. lord please keep jodi down here with me.

But cus i raise my voice anytime you try to plea

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

I'm only responsible to silence their crying plea

I'll lyrically destroy you, then get off with insanity plea

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

An eternity even though innocent i plea,