This is a song about "Cops drugs dogs"

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I don't think it's right when the dogs come to pee

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

You better call cops,coz this drugs

They got caught up with cops

The you should look up in the stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

We dont fuck with no cops,

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops