This is a song about "Fuck the feds"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

I painted a crime just for the feds

Donate a kitty and tell the feds to come get me!

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

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

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

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets