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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I got three albums tell the dj to spin it and they playin my songs

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

Our lyrics attack more savagely than a siberian bloodhound fuck off clowns

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow