This is a song about "How bad cops are"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

How my writtens are invigorating,

Show me how to fight for now

Your friends are left wondering how

My raps are good, yours are bad..

You, you, you have to pay for that

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

You are a bad patient

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

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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