This is a song about "Police and hitting liks"

Else the police getting called and somebody getting shot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Hitting it so hard it dissapears and becomes erosive

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Don't blame me if i win i'm always working out and hitting the gym

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

But killing and hitting it off, leave you breathless/