This is a song about "Drugs and money kill cops"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

You better call cops,coz this drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

I could think of a couple positions for you

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And the significance of cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Fuck them hoes and the cops