This is a song about "Feds"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

I painted a crime just for the feds

And everybody's having sex

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

The feds don't even care if im alive or resting peacefully

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

No deal if i feel like they work with the feds

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense