This is a song about "Dark psycho murder crime drugs violence cops dead flows"

Other cops looking' at me like a dark horse

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime

Your heart was false just like the words you said

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust