This is a song about "Cops and dead gi"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And the cops will need an explanation

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Cops shootin' innocents, and ghettos bustin' caps in asses

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Sayin' that you were tazered and fought 6 fucking cops

Everyday a star is born

And once i'm dead and gone