This is a song about "Cops and the ghetto"

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

And when you live in the ghetto, it could fall down tomorrow,

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

And the significance of cops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Bitch got all them booty shots

Like being garbage some type of disease

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

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

Because i see right through your disguise

And the significance of cops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars