This is a song about "Running from the cops with weed"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Caught up in the system. running from the coppers

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

With that weed in the air

We both grown and i dont care

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Dragging heat on our trail we just bail from cops with black whips

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence