This is a song about "Dem popo aint got notin on me"

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Bet yall never heard of the story of the lost verse bitch gave me dem digits

I'm on deck i'm up next

Flexed and got me on the decks/

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

Summertime in the city

Got a bounty on me

A working genius, a work of art

Got ray bans on call me james bond

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

The popo aint numbered yet, my mind still backed up