This is a song about "Money sakki the cop killa"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Walk out the door, see some custies, ma wanna cop some blow, ma is busty

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Go cop the 3.6 and meet my name on the deans list

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap