This is a song about "I wanted to be a cop"

I always wanted to be like them, now im writing particularly often,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

Quietly becoming a top tier

She hated me , just because i wanted to be free.

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

I tried my best to be there when you wanted to talk

Even if i wanted to

I think i could save you

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Vowed i wanted life to be sweet like blue bell

She was the first chick who i wanted to be with more than just be fucking

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I ain't signing, to get a job, ain't sizing, up to a cop,