This is a song about "Mopping and getting mopped and running from the police"

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

Acting like you real or something

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

Im flying through the ground and im running through the sky

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

While the fbi or punk police be running in

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Running from the game just me and my wife

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Cause even though im ducking in the streets from the police

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace