This is a song about "Drug dealers getting shot at by cops"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

So every action got its consequence, the lack of common sense,

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

Crack dealers and converts at concerts going black ops.

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Drug dealers til this day,

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

Leavin’ cops shot, i wish people would get off the streets,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats