This is a song about "Popin the coppa"

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

From the gutter to the roof

One time for the girls with the right shoes

As the king upon the throne

On my way back home

Down the street to the car,

She prayed on me passing that bar

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between