This is a song about "How bad cops are"

I’m an old soul with my pimp limp

You are a bad patient

We did it again last king, ymcmbi don't pay for bitches

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

How my writtens are invigorating,

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Killed legendary opponents, rap is to me as cops are to donuts

Aidan, the cops are here? fuck, i was doing fine,

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

And it's nasty how bad you're about to get blasted

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit