This is a song about "I like cops"

So yeah , i do what i do. / i don't got nothing to lose/ these harrsing cops

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Soon as i went out the house, cops were waiting patiently

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

But when the music plays its like my worlds an episode of cops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Cops so close they liaison, beats so dope, they're like contagion

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

But shit, get me, i gotta story, follow me, call the cops