This is a song about "Smoking crack and killing police officers"

And everybody's having sex

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I'm bothered by horrors / ordered by officers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

My divine itching and shrine killing

Hey your honor, is you kidding

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Show respect to your elders and police, take off your caps

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps