This is a song about "Police wants me"

And my wants will never settle,fuck a kennel,me and my dogs broke out,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Every nigga that sees me wants to know what i get high on

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Motherfuck the police they ain't got shit on me

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Supposedly because i sag,they call me a fag that wants it in the ass but to me its jus trash......

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Born to teare mics an blast sites with trife, lyrical conductors no need to speak it twice,

All i really know is that i gotta master flow, police throw me on the ice then i wasnt so nice,

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Until i die. got skills to rely, but if i lie, the police beats me until i cry.