This is a song about "No cops"

Always knew where the pot was

Fuck the cops, i got no morals

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Damn! the cops appear, and i got no licence here,

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

From the jects, where peepa don't call cops/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Gotta go before neighbors call the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

That wont work so theyll call the cops

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops