This is a song about "I hate cop cars"

And cop some heaping gratitude before i hit you in your shit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

I won't bow down to crowns now, i carry the cop defiance,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,