This is a song about "Crooked ass cops"

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

The cops dont do nothin because they crooked too

Take my umbrella-ella and stab-ab a crooked promoter/

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

And the significance of cops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Bitch got all them booty shots

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Jt: fuck each others moms

Back when we was shooting up cops

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops