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

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Taking hostages and playing some negotiation with the police

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

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

Snooping around and killing

Hoping that he's listening