This is a song about "Feds nigga abd bitches"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem

It’s hip-hop, not pop

The feds got- their heads chopped,

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Live your life before the feds get you for a kilo

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds