This is a song about "Poopy cops"

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You pull up in parking lots

I read a cops lips once

Good kids make bad grown ups

Cops won't look in the streets,

Malcolm x, by any means

Watchers are everywhere so who's watching cops?.

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

There's crack, there's crack

Looking for cops behind my back

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Also dont forget to mention hiding from cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

(sirens) "oh shit the cops"

And the significance of cops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops