This is a song about "Cops and dead girl"

We gotta get back to what really matters

And i know what all the cops are bastards

Toke lots and hope cops

Where would i be without my dogs

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

Bun b, i’m underground king

Fuck them hoes and the cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

And the cops will need an explanation