This is a song about "Life with the cops"

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Crime, cops in cars, bright lights shine, trife life,

I used to have a nine to five

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Lately been writing poems

But with the thug life comes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Cops frisk with the glock clips, now they stop and freeze,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

They got caught up with cops

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Life with out biggie and tupac is a life with cops actin all piggy, and rhymes all whack,