This is a song about "Cops be bad"

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

All this bad shit i did be messin up my mind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

But i just wanna make love to your mind

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

I've seen the people and i've been with cops. shouldn't this shit be illegal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Stay away from bad shit no one wants to be incarcerated,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,