This is a song about "How bad cops are"

You are bad why would you rap?

Whether teddy or pat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

She gon get the mils for this

I ask him how the bad bitches

Whole time, a little more girls

And i know what all the cops are bastards

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches