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

Fuck, my flow is gettin to low too slow even for my songs,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

That’s why i try to be real in most of my songs so,

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

I promise to keep it honest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

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

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

It appears in your unwitty 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