This is a song about "Custody"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

In the garden guarding my hoes

Standing out in crowds, flipping off police, like the nwa screamin fuck the police,

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

My homie just beat the charge

Cause, when i talk they don't just watch

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Donald sterling had an erection, im in l.a., it's for your own protection,

I know they pay me too much of attention

I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.