This is a song about "Robo cop"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I ain't signing, to get a job, ain't sizing, up to a cop,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

A bad cop good cop routine as it came and went like crap

Noose around the neck and all, robo-cop has wronged you all,

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

You know i am not gon stop

Run and hide and look for a cop

Hand on her breast, i cop a feel

You light-years behind here