This is a song about "Cops and snitches"

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

U went to the cops and played "lets make a deal"/

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Politicians hate us, and these cops just degrade us,

My criteria ain't even that serious

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Damn! the cops appear, and i got no licence here,

Cops frisk with the glock clips, now they stop and freeze,

Got tired of running from the police