This is a song about "Cops dancing in my songs"

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Passed 2 songs and im half way in it, tilt my head one more time and the drops came with it

Take off in 7 trolley stops, the goal is cops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

But my life isnt perfect , always ran from the cops

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

How your songs though? you never spent a day in the bing

Looking for cops behind my back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the effort

I wrote two warm up songs but this one is my third