This is a song about "Cops killing in"

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

The pain that's obviously real up in me, really killing me.

And mine somewhere bout mars

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Take off in 7 trolley stops, the goal is cops

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

.started makin stak..killing killing killing killing killing killing raps

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

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