This is a song about "Fuck the cops i get drugs"

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

"ah, what the fuck, shut!" that's when the cops pulled up.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Leavin’ cops shot, i wish people would get off the streets,

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Had the chance to get coked up and drown in cash and say "fuck the cops, i'll live it"

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash