This is a song about "Fuck the feds"

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I painted a crime just for the feds

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

Feds will never catch me,

I’m tryna be low key

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Cops watchin' us, tappin', yo the feds buggin' me,

I want to imbed widespread led towards the feds leave you uneasy, queasy but

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Look it something they can't ever see

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,