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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

Take the train one stop to cop my marijuana

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

I won't bow down to crowns now, i carry the cop defiance,

Getting to the money

Cause some of you bitches funny

I make her cum a lot

Gettin caught by the cop

Rhythm cop, to stop the prodding non-stop.

Trying to get his life together, or what not