This is a song about "Shaft the cop"

We love for a while then a light goes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Cop the .357 and 9 mill- i don't fuck with even digits

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I'm working while they sleeping, so staying's not an option

From the shaft on my my waist in case you was bout to ask him

He would either be locked up or in the back of a cop car handcuffed dam

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