This is a song about "Police are stopping us"

And word i blew off herb i grew

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Streets are tough, are you trying to make peace with us?

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

Mama always told me i’d be famous

We are 12, might as well already crown us

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

No time to recoup teaching us our lives are all that matter

My lyrics are poppin, never stopping, yo you don't gotta wait

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great