This is a song about "Shoot to the cop"

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And shoot the fucking sky,

Three j's took me this high

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Imagine a loose cannon, lacking the balls to shoot

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

The harmless youth are armed to shoot, it's the kids' cries i hear,

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there