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

I'd done stacked many

Got a bounty on me

And nigga if you aint got versace then nigga you can not top me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

To me they all just zombies, wondering around notin but hobbies

You fucks better rise quick i aint got patience. try me bitch i am basically

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Aint jay z, but show me what ya got

There just aint on way of stopping me

This is like riding through the city

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

The popo aint numbered yet, my mind still backed up

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.