This is a song about "Patrol"

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

A patrol car's no more than a whore with two dicks inside it

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul