This is a song about "I hate cop cars"

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

I feel like i got fifty cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids