This is a song about "Helicopter chomoisxbjddsnksdhhddjbdp yah boys down coppers dogs"

Boppers on top of coppers, they do whatever i say so

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And pot but i refuse to let the coppers win this battle

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

I got a team full of dogs and the dogs bite,

I keep the crowd nodding like churchill dogs,

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Thoughts were spinin' in my head, fast than a helicopter propeller.

If your problems swell and swelter, will your politicians help yah?

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

My city animated in blue lights i illustrate pain from helicopter devastation