This is a song about "Cops be bad"

But when it goes bad, they'll be the ones tryna deny it

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Cops roll by,we mean mug and give a dirty frown,smoking trees dont be provoking these

Bad gambling led to sad happenings to be

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I don't wanna be a jerk, im just in a bad mood,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Don't be ashamed if your raps feel likes its bad

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Would be sin-bad if every lie was a water filled fish tank

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

It's not all bad, he says he'll be my friend

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best