This is a song about "Cops killing blacks"

Toke lots and hope cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

You pull up in parking lots

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all only in it for the cars

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks