This is a song about "Cops and gangsta"

But scum like this worked up storybook gangsta

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

The prowlin' cops and enemies, we end up on cots,

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And the significance of cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck them hoes and the cops