This is a song about "Cops and dead girl"

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

And i feel that feeling-i'm almost dead

Bun b, i’m underground king

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

Fuckin' up my gold pots

And the significance of cops

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

You pull up in parking lots

Now i cocking meth and killing cops