This is a song about "Cops in my house looking for drugs"

Jimmy back me, child

I'm still looking for my mind

In my house i'm all alone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Grow it in my red house

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Looking for cops behind my back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

And the cops went to even go raid his house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

My girl's looking gorgeous in a whore's dress

Dc has never seen such progress

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Cops came to our house many times

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune