This is a song about "Drugs money sakki the cop killa"

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Shoot a cop in the head and get 15 high fives

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Gettin caught by the cop

I make her cum a lot

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I won't bow down to crowns now, i carry the cop defiance,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips