This is a song about "Maranda rights police robbin"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Police discovery early the next day

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

U prolly the one callin police

In private, not public in the streets

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Got the police bustin' at me/

They say i talk like im god body