This is a song about "Cops and dead girl"

Now this is what i call an evening

Gotcha girl bobbin and weaving

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And the cops will need an explanation

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

Good love then i can do that for her

And i feel that feeling-i'm almost dead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Fuck them hoes and the cops