This is a song about "Feds"

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I painted a crime just for the feds

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Call nine-one-one, cause i left your head for the feds

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Feds with bugs like the southern heat, power's unplugged