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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

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

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

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And the significance of cops