This is a song about "Kill a cops daughter"

I read a cops lips once

As she goes through the levels

85. kill a man blatant,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Too stoned to kill a bird/

We getting money, you can face the facts

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

But ima just a kid thats tryna fuck the presidents daughter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And all women who had light features, see

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body