This is a song about "Fucking feds"

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

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

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I only spit what i live and i play my part, feds know

Like black power, too, too clever, forever feds so low watch us,

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

No deal if i feel like they work with the feds

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And this will be the song that we sing

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free