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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo