This is a song about "Cops coming"

Double digits shots when going crazy killin' cops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

That wont work so theyll call the cops

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Looking for cops behind my back

Gotta go before neighbors call the cops

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

Why not me the same thing

You won’t see it coming

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Its been a long day coming,

Cause of death? bars

We dont fuck with no cops,