This is a song about "Cops be bad"

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

We're about to fuck, but my luck turns bad when the cops bust in,

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

I'm super bad cause these other emcees be mclovin it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

All this bad shit i did be messin up my mind

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

A grade could be reduced, just take em as bad jokes.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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