This is a song about "Shaft the cop"

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Take the train one stop to cop my marijuana

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Not for a cop, hit the slot, pop and chop, i smoke alot

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Stop the clock and take their watches, cop 'em, got no shoes or socks,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Walk out the door, see some custies, ma wanna cop some blow, ma is busty

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Shoot a cop in the head and get 15 high fives