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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

They use violence but i murder with my songs

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

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Take off in 7 trolley stops, the goal is cops