This is a song about "Jaylin thompson"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

No magic, these leaders, it's tragic no need to breathe, the heater

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Including fox hill and 27th street

I said i got my ass beat

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

But at the same time i pull out an m1 abrams tank, see?