This is a song about "Police station"

Wandering pondering how far till the next gas station

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Police discovery early the next day

So change up the station

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Stand clear of the closing doors, as the train leaves the station

This is the end station

Gin makes me sin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'll jerk off over something that i just saw on babe station,

And i wont stop rapping til' my names on every station

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace