This is a song about "Police and hitting liks"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Are tearin' at the system, they released dogs and streets' police,

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

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Hitting the mary jane and fucking ms. stacy on the beach

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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