This is a song about "Eureka stockade"

Got the police bustin' at me/

Walk that body, talk that body

And when it's said and done

Should be in state prison,

Prison was his future , hes going down

Cause everytime yall come around

Hickory dickory dock/

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Wanted to leave this world post haste there's place for me.

U prolly the one callin police

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves