This is a song about "Cops shotguns bitches"

Lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

And the significance of cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

The you should look up in the stars

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Looking for cops behind my back

And daddy's in the cadillac

I be murdering bars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And mine somewhere bout mars

That wont work so theyll call the cops

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops