This is a song about "Loyalty and trust"

Watching for the cops that's moving through

It hurts when you break your trust, sad and true

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Loyalty is our middle initial,

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

What's in line, man? who to trust?!

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And i have trust issues

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Trust me, y'all critics and parents from middle class households,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Element of loyalty, instead of that stupid bitch, what about