This is a song about "Cops running behind me"

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Cops watchin' us, tappin', yo the feds buggin' me,

By god, slow grind

She clutched me from behind

Knowing you can no longer party

They all look crippled behind me

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

While young thugs still running away from the cops

On they car note to go to the club

Better then me running up

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Unless you're sacrificing lambs and running scams to please me.

That you aren't behind me,

And niggas flashing crazy