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

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Automatic kill for pennies

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Smoking so much grass, shit, police, time for me to dash.