This is a song about "Cops and dead girl"

And i open my mouth once and leave all these niggas dead

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Toke lots and hope cops

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

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

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Where would i be without my dogs

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore