This is a song about "Popo no go"

No don't do wrestling go won't to heckling

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

The popo aint numbered yet, my mind still backed up

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

They said i'm insane but them popo still give me probation.

Go in no condom and laugh

Just put your hand on the glass

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I go h.a.m. n' no coupon or pastor can save them

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

Made a promise that we would go for no other,

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo